Elle had figured that Peter didn’t want her to fight, but she really hated feeling useless. She didn’t want to just sit there while he risked his life, even if it was very difficult to kill Peter. She wanted to be with him on this, but she heard the fear and worry in his voice. Elle was not quite out of the woods yet, and something like this could possibly kill her again, which was about the last thing either of them wanted. She wanted to be there and to help him and everyone else, but she didn’t want him worrying about her while he was fighting, that was dangerous.
“Okay.” She said quietly, nodding a little. She would stay out of it. She never would have back down like this before, but Peter had changed her. He was showing her that she was worth something, unlike her father that treated her so horribly.
“I won’t fight.” She told him. She probably couldn’t even stand long enough to try.