With such close quarters in the shack, it's inevitable that Elizabeth shoulders someone aside to reach Will, though she does not notice who bears the brunt of her haste. Her eyes are trained on those of her husband to be, impatiently searching for answers to questions that have not yet been asked. Weaving around a chair, she comes to an abrupt halt, stiff and still, and simply stares.
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Date: 2007-07-06 07:29 pm (UTC)With such close quarters in the shack, it's inevitable that Elizabeth shoulders someone aside to reach Will, though she does not notice who bears the brunt of her haste. Her eyes are trained on those of her husband to be, impatiently searching for answers to questions that have not yet been asked. Weaving around a chair, she comes to an abrupt halt, stiff and still, and simply stares.
She's painfully aware of their audience.