"How dare you. How dare you try and say that you have gone through the same thing." Elizabeth spat, still on the other side of the door. "I have to bear the burden of playin nice with foul creatures who would very much like to see my kind dead. My parents were the one point of promise that humans could rely on, and they were allowed to die helpless and far away from their home. I am not someone the people can look up to. I'm no lady and I'm certainly no leader. I'm..." Her anger was subsiding to something else gradually. There was a slight shifting sound, the sound of Elizabeth sliding against the door to her knees. "...I'm weak...I'm scared...I don't want to go back to fearing that I and my House would be the next to die..."