The look on Elena's face was one of concern though she never did stop smiling. It was like the damn thing was plastered on her face. Some found that reassuring while others thought her somewhat creepy for always smiling. She felt it was a mix of both.
"{Have you considered sitting down to talk with her? Maybe she needs a push? Some people won't talk about their feelings until they can't run away anymore.}" She had learned first hand how easy it was to stuff down your emotions and keep them hidden. It was only after she was forced to speak about it that she let go of a lot of things that had bothered her.