Stefan so wanted to kiss her. It was just a natural thing for them to do. Forcing himself not to lean in and press his lips to hers just felt all kinds of wrong. But he managed it. Just.
As she pulled away, Stefan took a silent, deep breath, watching her. He frowned slightly and listened too before nodding. Whatever it was sounded a little way off, but he didn't speak, not wanting to scare it away. Only a moment after Elena, Stefan was following her as quietly as a vampire could move through the trees, avoiding twigs that would snap and alert their prey to their presence. He wasn't all that interested in hunting for himself right now. But he was fascinated watching Elena. She was completely beautiful out here in the trees, as though she had been running and hunting for years, every movement completely graceful and fluid as though she had been born for this. He knew he shouldn't think that about her, especially seeing as she hadn't wanted this life, but she did it all whilst giving an impression of ease. He was stunned but also incredibly proud of her.