Elizabeth is charmed by the fact that Ivan is listening to the story, even pausing on occasion to see if he's fallen asleep and smiling and resuming when she confirms he's still listening. It's very nice, being held and kept warm.

She hadn't expected that particular outburst though. Elizabeth raises her eyebrows when Ivan objects to the spirit's disappearance, looks back at the book, then back and him and smirks.

"What, you don't think a spirit can turn into a bedpost if it wants to?"