Eliza stood, patiently waiting for the Italian ice. She was anxious to get back to Cedric, just to make sure he was alright, but the vendor was taking a while to scoop the treat out. When thinking about it, she didn't understand how he had managed to hurt his leg like he did, when his fall really wasn't as bad as it could have been. She justified it though, thinking that perhaps his muscles were overworked from dancing, or that he had just managed to hit it on the pavement at just the right angle. Eliza paid for the ice, and turned around, starting to walk back to the bench Cedric had sat down on, only to find him gone. The girl looked around quickly, not really seeing where he could have run off to, until she spotted what looked to be an elbow poking out from behind a tree. Elizabeth began walking over to it, calling out in a rather short tone.
"Cedric? Is that you behind there?"