Yelena smiled, relieved that someone else got it. It was what had been at the foremost of her mind when she experienced the dreams with Will. Both would be difficult to deal with, but Yelena was less concerned with the physical compared to the emotional. However, if given a choice in the matter, she would have preferred neither to be the case. After their talk, she was reasonably reassured, though she knew everything could fly right out the window if Hannibal were to ever show up at the hotel again.
"You're still young with a lot of life to live," Yelena reasoned. Not that she was that much older herself, but she felt the same way. Now that her life was her own to lead, she had all the time in the world, even in spite of knowing the fragility of life. "Do you think the married and in love and all that would be any easier if you weren't a werewolf?" Not that she thought it would be, but she wondered if Tom believed it so.