Eventually, somehow, they will return, whether through Tia Dalma's magic or other means. Of this Elizabeth is certain. In the meantime, they could be quite useful and she refuses to pretend to think otherwise.
She doesn't know what else to say.
He's right here and it would be the work of mere steps to touch him, but the look he gives her is unfamiliar in its inscrutability; they might as well be worlds apart. The feeling itself isn't entirely unfamiliar. It's just that now, when things are finally set in motion, she can't blame their stagnant circumstances.
All she can do is nod and slowly tear her eyes off his.
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Eventually, somehow, they will return, whether through Tia Dalma's magic or other means. Of this Elizabeth is certain. In the meantime, they could be quite useful and she refuses to pretend to think otherwise.
She doesn't know what else to say.
He's right here and it would be the work of mere steps to touch him, but the look he gives her is unfamiliar in its inscrutability; they might as well be worlds apart. The feeling itself isn't entirely unfamiliar. It's just that now, when things are finally set in motion, she can't blame their stagnant circumstances.
All she can do is nod and slowly tear her eyes off his.