"We can't leave though, Aleksey.." Elizabeth frowned at him, taking both of his hands to give them little squeezes. "Now I know she's alive. Somewhere. She has to be." She then paused at his question, as if to think about it. "My grandmother was always a fan of having little.. Creatures around. I wouldn't be surprised if there was another one. Maybe.. Not so little. I don't know." She gave a small shake of her head and an almost defeated sounding sigh. She'd only ever saw the sprites around the house..<br/><br/>"I.. I don't know if there is or not.. Or.. If she.. Just can somehow tell.. She's always acted like.. Well.. Like the house was alive." She almost shuddered. "My grandmother always used to say to me when at anyone else's house, 'Be careful what you say. Walls like to spread word.', as if.. They talked." Maybe her grandmother.. Was just crazy.<span style="font-style: italic">No.</span>She shook her head at herself, and the idea away. That couldn't be it. Maybe her grandmother just.. Knew something she didn't. Well.. Knew a lot of things that she didn't.