Night took Elizabeth’s small hand in his own. He was becoming accustomed to this gesture seeing as how his hands were so much larger than hers. Sometimes he wondered what she thought about him but he knew he’d never look at her more than a younger sister. He was comforted in this notion, to have human contact in this strange place that he felt he couldn’t trust. He looks down at her little face and into those vivid orange eyes. “Tis up to you Elizabeth.” He spoke her full name, which he almost never does but to him it was a personal move, so that she would understand how much he was putting his faith in her. Night wasn’t sure what was about to happen but he would prepare himself for anything odd, unusual and expect the unexpected.