Elizabeth waited until the messenger had left before looking down to the letter. She gently slid her thumb over it, her expression softening greatly. She opened it with a thumb and looked at the contents. She sat at her desk, reading over the contents, pushing aside the last couple letters she recieved from her parents. She felt something stinging her eyes as she neared the end of the letter, trying to wipe it away with a thumb. There was too much to wipe away.<br/><br/>She cried until she ran dry once more.<br/><br/>Later, at the designated meeting time, she made her way towards the meeting place, once again dawning the cloak and carrying her tome. She wasn't suspecting a trap, but she wasn't sure what to expect, either.