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Elizabeth knew that emotionally charged things could only go on for so long. So she wanted to ease her aunt a bit - there was nothing worse than having your heart pounding against your chest for so long. Mentally and physically it could hurt you, Liz was at least mildly aware of this. As she walked with Roza the garden was indeed beautiful. This gave her a chance to really look at it, as a navigator she wanted to become more familiar with these lands. Though Roza went on to talk about her experiences herself and Liz was happy to give her words full attention. Yes she was familiar with her grandfather being king, and how her mother had lost the pack but yet still had yearned to be in power. Well she was the queen of montra till her dying days and a damn good one Liz considered. "I wouldn't consider those less helpful things. My mother was queen of Montra the pack we were in. She didn't do a lot of fighting in our youth because she wanted to concentrate on raising us. She was also the only one who could calm my father down - he was an angry ball of fur if there ever was one. Those who can convince others with their words I think they're more powerful than any fighter or healer could ever be." She at least wanted to give her a bit of reassurance. "I'm only a healer because my father forced me to be though. I enjoy it but not as much as I enjoy exploring and Navigating... my dad was a wolf who thought you could only have strength in one area of practice. We weren't allowed to do anything else other than what 'he' thought we were good at. And for me it was making sure our females gave safe birth and making sure our soldiers lived through a fight." she shrugged her shoulders. It didn't mean she didn't like healing though, it was her calling.

"Auster and Boreas are filled with herbs! Some of them I dont even know." she looked around the garden. "Today I've been wanting to brush up on my navigation. So far this place just feels... peaceful you know." Elizabeth stood up tall taking in a deep breath as she let the scents build around her from the rock and stone. Committing it to memory.