She sucks in a breath, trying her best to appear like she's as tough as iron, strong as steel, and definitely not someone who struggles to tear off bandaids.
"I appreciate your concern," she says, smiling. His concern comes from an older way of thinking, she believes, but it doesn't mean it's not touching all the same.
"But how else would I have met you and these low-hanging lights?" she laughs lightly. It's nice (more than nice) to avoid talking about the elephant (or vampiric elephant) in the room. Elena appreciates more than just his concern—she appreciates the fact he allows her the peace of pretending that the wound on her neck isn't suspicious.
"Were you in the early 1900s before you woke up here?"
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"I appreciate your concern," she says, smiling. His concern comes from an older way of thinking, she believes, but it doesn't mean it's not touching all the same.
"But how else would I have met you and these low-hanging lights?" she laughs lightly. It's nice (more than nice) to avoid talking about the elephant (or vampiric elephant) in the room. Elena appreciates more than just his concern—she appreciates the fact he allows her the peace of pretending that the wound on her neck isn't suspicious.
"Were you in the early 1900s before you woke up here?"