action.
[ that not yet, her mannerisms... elena knows zatanna well enough, reads intuitively enough, to tell there's more to this she's not saying. but elena stays quiet, let's her avoid parting with that information, lets her keep it without a protest or acknowledgement. (she knows that's sometimes what people need - what she needs.)
the concern in her face straightens forcifully; elena's brows raise. ] Oh? [ she didn't know zatanna and bonnie had talked, outside her arrival. ]