It was a promise she wasn't sure he could keep. He'd tried once, and the Hand had seen to it that he fail. Apparently it had happened yet again, and she was starting to wonder if this had been more about ruining Daredevil's life than taking her own. She wouldn't put it past them to want to torment them both, but somehow being the one left behind felt like the larger punishment.
And he'd already suffered so much.
"I'm alright," Elektra assured him. "I woke up here expecting pain, but there's...a scar, but not much else." She moved one of his hands down with hers, up beneath the hem of her shirt to feel the scar left there, so that he could know it was healed alright. She knew how important touch was to him.