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Elena of course wanted to ask about a million questions following what he said but she clamped her mouth shut for the time being. Yet, just because she didn't vocalize the inquiries didn't mean she didn't still have them. How had he bent the light around them? How had he known that would even work? Did he know how she'd gotten here, or where this 'Colligo' was? Did he know what those things were? What were they? On and on the questions bounced around inside her mind, yet out loud she simply assured him quietly, "I'm not planning on running unless you tell me to."
In fact, as a few of the Toclafane flew past, Elena stepped even closer to Harry. Her grip on his hand also unconsciously tightened, as though clinging to him might make her even more invisible than she apparently already was. Once the coast seemed clear again, she did ask in a whisper, "Where are we going?"
The rest she figured could wait until they were somewhere relatively safe but asking where that was going to be seemed fair enough, given she was putting her life into his hands.