[An invitation was a good sign. Elena wasn't going to push her away. Not completely. For the moment, Zatanna's shoulders visibly relaxed as she slipped into the seat directly across.]
[Worry aside, there was a sense of peace that hadn't been seen on the younger girl's face for quite some time. Usually, there were things happening. And not the good kind of things. But ever since the Festival, Zatanna had been carrying herself a little differently. More confident. Sure of herself.]
[Not that Elena would know this, but it was a posture she hadn't carried since before her arrival at the Dome. She was feeling like her old self again, after who knows how many days.]