Seattle had been the first stop in her push to move away from the life she'd lived before. It had taken far too long to get out of California. Doing her best to play the part of the woman surprised and naturally upset by the death of Lorenzo. Doing her best to not appear as though she was the one that had brought about his end. It was harder than she'd thought... but bolting was the last thing she could do and expect to ever find any real amount of freedom.
One step at a time. Seattle was the first. Her first choice in work, her first chosen place to live. Not a home but something. A few months was more than she had ever imagined before. In reality though it was next to nothing.
"No... not enough." She said simply. It was the truth, a person deserved far more freedom than she had but Eliina was doing her best to remain patient with it all. It would come... it had to. Though it all made her wonder how much Taavi knew about her life. Did she know about Tony and his... games. She did loathe that vampire.
"Quite a few other ways as well..." Eliina muttered. She might now always look it but her vocabulary had been known to contain more than a few... colorful phrases. They were always given to those assholes that felt it necessary to buy and sell people like they were nothing more than a good. Even more so now that she knew they were even more callous with a life as to test on it. The idea of taking out some form of revenge on them was... always present but Eliina knew better than to push her luck. Lorenzo was enough, she still feared each and every day that would come back to haunt her. More than it did in her mind.
There had been the possibility that he'd been sold and somehow... no there really hadn't been any other option than some sort of escape. Unless he'd been under the control of someone still but Eliina didn't think that the case. She waited, her entire body tense, hoping that he would in fact answer the question. Any more than that and she couldn't bring herself to hope for. Then the words came... alive. Eliina took a moment, allowing the words to sink in until it filled her and she truly knew that they both had survived. Her head ducked forward, her palms coming up to press tightly over the features like she was trying to hold all the emotion that threatened to escape, in.
Moments later she finally pulled her head up. "I... good. He made it as well. Being separated... I never knew and always wanted to. I hoped that.... He used to tell me that someday he'd find out for me whether you both were alive or not. Though it was often more of a threat than an incentive. I never asked him to find out though... I never wanted him to find you."