[ There's a tentative shake of her head. She wouldn't want to give away her secrets — hell, her weakness. But, she does answer honestly. She's spent quite some time now learning how treacherous the world can be, but old habits die hard. ]

I have only the innkeeper on the outskirts of town. And... a companion, if you'd like to call a bird a familiar... It's far from a pet, but we seem joined at the hip.

[ Hers... was in the shadows, perched off in the distance against its own wishes, but Elizabeth's words seemed to carry some... direction at times. A songbird fluffs its feathers, not dare moving yet. ]