"Thank you.." Elizabeth answered in a soft whisper as she was let in, a bit cold, though a bit might've been an understatement, from the walk there. And to the rest of what was said she simply nodded to Aleksey's mother, not feeling very talkative at the time. Before she would go to the room though she rummaged around to find her bag of things she'd brought, grabbing new clothes to change into, not pajamas, but so when she woke up she could go straight back to the hospital. After grabbing these clothes, book still in hand, she wandered to the bathroom for a shower, a steaming hot one.<br/><br/>The hot water felt nice against her back, relaxing her after having tensed up considerably. Standing beneath the water, she was stuck in her own thoughts. Bits and pieces of things, it felt, words, in the same old language that witches used for spells and such, continued repeating in her head. Some meaning, 'fire', or 'water', just little things that she was surprised she understood at all.<br/><br/>Without meaning to, she repeated the word for, 'Water', imagining the water pooling in her hand with her fingers still splayed, but what utterly surprised her was the fact that, well, it actually happened. Water falling from the shower head landed in her head, but instead of seeping through her splayed fingers it formed a small bubble which simply stayed there. She wiggled her hand, and the bubble gave a little wiggle to follow, like Jello. Staring in disbelief, after a moment she quickly shook her hand to get the water off, but it stuck to her hand like glue. She shrieked the word 'Off', but it didn't come off in English. It slipped out in that same language she had spoke the word water with, and almost instantly the bubble of water fell casually to the ground, dissipating into little drops to slither down the drain like any other drop of water would.<br/><br/>Frowning, she left the shower and got dressed after drying, stalking to Aleksey's room to quickly crawl into the bed. Out of curiosity, she read more of her book. '<span style="font-style: italic">This is a simple little trick. Playing with fire has always been interesting. I can remember how intently you stared at the fireplace. Now, I want you to remember just how strong you are, dear. You might not see it now, for you've always had such a fragile body, but what you lack there you make up for in your strength, through the blood that goes through your veins. Naturally, witches utter the words before they use their magic. And I'm sure you'll have to for a short time. But if not, that only goes to prove just how strong you really are, love.</span>' Below the paragraph, there were a few words along with a picture with a hand, fire floating an inch above it. Reading over the words, she didn't have to utter them in any way for a small flame to suddenly burst into life in the palm of her hand. At first she was terrified, bracing herself for a burn. But the flame danced an inch above her hand, not spreading searing pain, but rather warmth, a comforting kind, the flames licking and dancing at the air but never going out of control, staying contained. Mystified, she waved her other hand over the flame. The flame separated for her hand while it passed through, licking at her hand but not burning it, before it was back to normal when her hand passed through.<br/><br/>Eyes wide, she slowly closed her fist. The fire was gone when she opened it again. Giving another shake of her head at herself, she curled up in Aleksey's bed, and closed her eyes. But.. It didn't feel normal. It was as if she could feel something different about the air. And in truth, witches, most anyways, were able to feel the surrounding magic from around them, in the air, from different objects, and from people, who gained almost an aura in their eyes, depicting strength or weakness.<br/><br/>When she couldn't get to sleep, she hummed the tune of that same song, which slowly rocked her to sleep it seemed. And her sleep was peaceful. But she slept for only three hours before she was up, book in arms again as she treaded down the stairs when she woke, ready to leave for the hospital already, glancing around for Aleksey's mother though in plans to tell her that she'd be leaving. Though, she hadn't gone straight to the hospital even then. She'd gotten distracted by the fact that, well, everything was strange when she stepped out of the house. And for quite the time she just wandered around, and by the time she got to the hospital, the outburst had already happened.