She let him move away, though she tried to reach for his hands, having caught sight of the rock. Canting her head, Elisabeth narrowed her eyes, then suddenly threw them open wide. "That's it," she whispered, looking at him and in a rush tried to explain, "That'syourtriggerSam! It has to be...if you were able to move the cabinet the first time and then the rock now...are you following me, dearheart?" Elisabeth wanted to be more comforting, to reach out and pet his hair or pull him in her lap, but he wasn't having it. [I'm sorry, yeah? Deeply.] Her smile was small but genuine. And now she owed him something...but she'd wait before bombarding him.