Elizabeth was truly sorry for Daphne's loss. She loved her own father so deeply, even though she felt what her father believe in and what she believed in were two very different things. Elizabeth was her father's baby daughter, and thus had become very attached, especially after her mother passed. To lose him, well Elizabeth didn't even try to fathom the heartache she would feel. She would certainly be a worse wreck than the composed and elegant Daphne.
Appropriately dressed in a dark colour, she hadn't even bothered to make it the most expensive thing she owned. Something her father was slightly disappointed in. Little did he know that the money was being spent on saving a woman in the lower west end of London. She desperately needed medical help, and well Elizabeth had been helping women and children escape France, why couldn't she help her own people too?
Lady Elizabeth Darling stood mostly to herself. Although she had her older sister to accompany her. Of course she was not there alone. She was still just over twenty, not to mention a single woman. No matter where she went she needed an escort.