Stefan grinned as Elena turned to him. The feel of her arm around his neck was ghostlike, like touches were in dreams, but none the less pleasant. "This is easier than I thought," he admitted when their lips parted, looking down at her. He could see her as though she really was right there in front of him in a field in Italy. If they couldn't actually go there, yet, this was definitely second best. "This is near to my family's home," he told her, wrapping his arms around her as he pulled her down to sit in the long grass. "It's one of my favourite places to visit here." He'd gone to the field on a number of occasions to just enjoy the countryside and imagine what his family must have seen in this place before the modern world began to encroach.