[ still, elena knows what he means. cas was... is. he's different. she accepts his answer, even though she knows even his meaning is more, and deeper than that. she smiles, worriedly, reassuringly.
there's a pause, but she reaches out a hand to gently and firmly squeeze his forearm anyway, despite warring with herself over it a moment. she's just not sure they're -- sam -- is that comfortable yet, but she's a tactile person, and it seems right to express her comfort how she knows at the moment.
they don't really know what getting lost anywhere here means. (all the more reason to find more about this place.)
she pulls in a breath, lets it out and pulls her touch away. ] So... you decided to take the class as a refresher?