That look he gave her tugged at her. She did still care for him, but she had moved on. In the months she'd been there, she'd grieved, mostly silently, accepted that he was gone and moved on. Though the moving on part did provide set backs for her at times, such as when Jack suddenly left. It seemed that just when she'd started opening up to people, they'd leave. Jack did it, and more recently Bonnie. "Did I?" She couldn't help but feel she hadn't really saved him. She knew what happened in Oz in the end, and she couldn't really see how life as a scarecrow would be a good one.
And there it was, one of the things she feared. He thought they could just pick up where they'd left off. "Fiyero, we can't just pick up where we left off in Oz. I've been in this place for several months, and when I first arrived, I'd believed you were dead." Oh she hated this, she really did, but she had to say it. "Fiyero, I'm not the same woman you remember, that you just saw. I'm so different." She didn't exactly want to say how she'd given up and given in to the persona all of Oz called her. Least of all the things she'd been through since she'd been there.
"Yes, I've had one before. There are better things, though." Elphaba couldn't help but roll her eyes a bit at the way Fiyero talked about the pop tart. Of course he'd latch onto food like that, especially now.