Who: Damon and Elena When: Week 9, Sat at breakfast Where: Elena's room Why: Damon needs to know how much she remembers Warnings: TBD
After so many decades, running over a century, Damon was an expert at ignoring something he didn't want to deal with. Staff had seen to Elena's needs, Stefan had made sure she wasn't lonely. He spent extra time at the Colony, and at the local bar. He was sure she didn't notice, for the first while, but there was only so long that could last.
Elena had been awake, when he had killed the slave, but she had been slowly freezing to death, and he had no idea how much of it she had really understood, or remembered. If he was going to move forward with her training, he had to know how much she remembered, and that brought him through the door of her room, for the first time in weeks. It was still early, not even breakfast time yet, and Elena lay in her bed, sleeping. Damon looked down at her, at how peaceful she looked, and stroked down the side of her cheek.