[ it's not that she thinks he should, that any of this should make him. it goes so deep, all of it; it's selfish letting people into it. accepting the comfort they might offer or give. (and yet.)
she showed up here over a month ago, and for a second she wasn't those things. she was, but... she didn't have to be anyone's blood bag. fight for her life. that's crashed down around her and the worst or astounding or... useful part is? she's okay. she'll fight it, just like she always does, because elena knew she had that shot coming back.
he's saying all the things she wants to hear. things that matter, but not things that will ever make all the difference. (love and acceptance doesn't save you; it just makes living it easier. harder. both all at once. but that doesn't mean she doesn't value it. that's all elena values.) her head tilts to the side hearing him, feeling; her gaze fills. her fingers at his shoulder curl, and after a touched pause she looks down to the space between their feet. adjusts her own before reluctantly removing her hands. ] I can give you something. An herb. It'll keep Klaus or Rebekah [ and everyone ] from compelling you; attacking or biting... Wolfsbane would work on Klaus too.