Elizabeth was nervous when she followed Sawyer out into the forest as the first rays of winter sunlight began to cast light on the shadows.
She had convinced herself that attempting to transform was the right thing to do, but she didn’t think it was going to work and she was not looking forward to the look of disappointment that she would face when she inevitably failed.
She was grateful that he wasn’t making a big deal about it, at least.
He had suggested they go out to the forest, and she had nervously joked about whether he had a family member waiting to ambush them there to help her.
He didn’t find it funny, and it took her a while to realize he wasn’t feeling as calm as he wanted her to think.
She slipped her hand into his and he squeezed it reassuringly as they reached a cleari
