Elizabeth had frozen when he'd touched her, but she'd not moved away. "The blood isn't only yours," she said, although her voice was quieter as she spoke it. She knew it wasn't the right thing to say.
But she had no idea what to say in her father's presence. She hadn't seen this man since she was a girl, but still he rattled her. Moreso now than he ever had then. Elizabeth now knew what he was better than she could have in her youth.