It's not that Elizabeth is hiding, exactly. She's not; if she wanted to hide, she would find a much better spot to do so than the stairs to the main deck. Sitting tall and proud, hands clasped together above her knees, she is illuminated by the light from above and perfectly visible should anyone come looking.

There's little surprise on her face when she turns her head and sees that Will is nearby, hovering in the shadows; somehow she knew he'd be the first to seek her out. She is painfully aware that he's the most deserving of an explanation.

Their eyes meet, Elizabeth's expression guarded. Quickly looking away, she goes back to contemplating the darkened wood before her.

It's not that she's hiding. She simply feels too numb to move.