Stefan kept his arms around her as she turned in his embrace, his hands resting in the small of her slim back. Her hands felt lovely on his face; cool and smooth, which was strange for her, but still lovely. Always lovely. He was quickly getting over the shock, that had been finding out she had turned, and just feeling overwhelmingly relieved that she was alright. Whatever this business with Klaus had been, she had made it through. She may not have come through it alive, but beggars couldn't be choosers. He gave a small smile, dipping his head to rest his forehead against hers, their noses touching. "We'll get through it together, Elena. Forever."