The assassin merely shook his head at her reply. Anything he'd say wouldn't matter anyway. After a few moments he got to his feet, walking past Elizabeth to retrieve a pot from the pack he had retrieved from the horses earlier. He filled it with water from the back of the cave, then returned to the fire, setting it down upon the flames carefully.<br/>He watched Elizabeth from the corner of his eye as he sat back down to wait for the water to boil. She looked so frail, he mused, but she was a lot tougher than she looked. Unconsciously, his eyes travelled over her body, checking for any sign of injury. She wasn't hurt, but there was something decidedly different. He couldn't figure out what it was though.<br/>He shook his head, growling to himself softly. He shouldn't care. All he needed to do was to get her to his employer and walk away. He wondered if the mage would keep his end of the bargain. He better, he thought as he gritted his teeth, his brow lowering in anger. It would be the end of both of them, but he would destroy him.<br/>His thoughts had distracted him enough to not notice the water was boilin until the fire started sputtering with the fat drops leaping from the pot. He quickly crouched near the fire, rummaging in his pack and retrieving some dried sausages and some vegetables. He dropped them in the pot, adding a few pinches from a small pouch. Soon, the smell of soup started to fill the small cave.