Stefan watched her for a moment before crossing to stand behind her. Silently, he slipped his arms around her and pulled her back against his chest, nuzzling his face into her hair. He knew what she felt because he had felt the same more times than he could count. At least she was try hard now and hadn't left it until after she'd killed a few dozen people like he had. He had to live with that guilt for eternity. He would do anything to spare her that pain. "We'll get through it," he breathed in her ear, not too loud as he knew her newly sensitized hearing would pick it up easily. "Together." He would keep helping her until the cravings became easier to control and she could do it alone. Not that he ever wanted her to do it alone, but he wanted to get her to the point where she knew it was her and her wonderful, kind, caring nature in control of her, not the bloodlust.