Being the daughter of a Noble family, Elizabeth was no stranger to the benefits of her status. She was allowed much more leeway in society and had more than enough money for her spending. She'd always been the youngest of her family, and perhaps a tad spoiled, though her mother made sure she understood that others would not treat her the same. Still, being the little sister, the daughter - it gave her a particular kind of sway.

And that was how she'd ended up here. The figure lying in the bed in front of her was smaller than her, and oh so cute! They'd been bathed and their hair had been brushed smooth, and Elizabeth had made sure they were dressed well. She wouldn't have them being dressed in the rags she'd found them in again.

She'd seen them outside in the cold at one of the galas she went to, lying again an alley wall with only a thin, ratty blanket for warmth. She'd felt sympathetic enough at first, and upon getting closer she could tell even through the dirt and grime that they were beautiful. So she'd begged and begged to take them with, to give them a better life, even stomped her feet and cried until she got her way. And now, she would make sure they were as happy and loved as she was.

Watching as they shifted, beginning to wake up, she felt an overwhelming surge of protectiveness. Even more so than she felt for Ciel. She needed to keep this gentle soul safe and warm and happy, at all times, no matter what it took. She smiled at them from where she sat beside the bed. "Ah, there you are."