[ elena's expression slackens with worry; she moves a step closer to get a better look and because the thought of matt getting hurt... she exhales and moves her eyes back to matt's. he's fine and she can see that. it's bandaged properly, at least. (that doesn't mean what happened is okay or that any of this is okay.
it only reminds her there are things matt has been through - that they've been through. things she doesn't know.
things he doesn't know too.)
her arm drops. her worry sobers. she licks her lips. she wants to say something, but she's not sure what to say, what to ask; if anything she asks will only result in the same answer. ]