For a moment, a short lived moment, she considered...sharing him. She expressed as much by 'showing' it to Michael via the telepathy, not so much with words or pictures, but connecting to him so that he'd feel what she was thinking. But she cut the connection just as quickly, unsure she could emotionally handle something like that.
Calmly, eerily calmly, Elisabeth picked herself up off the floor and closed the distance between until she was close enough to smack him across the face. She gave up fighting the stupid tears. "I'm sorry," she spoke above a whisper. "But I had to do that."
She carefully bent and picked up the wrapped dog tags, examining the box before wordlessly handing it over to him. She waited for him to take the box, her looks undecidedly switching from glaring to pleading.