Elena Gilbert is a hero for the lost cause (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} naturaldisaster) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming, |
"She was switched out as well, I'm not sure if she's returned or not. But if she has, she'll be here at some point."
The fact that Elena managed to not visibly recoil at the sight of the injuries was astonishing. Because really? She didn't know how Elphie was still talking or moving or anything with them. Still, she had to be strong. It wasn't exactly a new role for her. The one who took care of the others. It was tiring at times, but it was worth it. Because it was something she could do. Maybe the only thing she could do when surrounded by those with so much more than her.
As she started to gently start cleaning the wounds, Elphie was talking about her mother and Nessa, which gave the brunette a moment of pause. That.. well, that wasn't going to make things better. She had gone through that. Believing one thing only to find out it was a lie. Finding out she was adopted. Meeting Isobel... It was a lot to take in. And for the woman who had loved Elphie to hate her, for her sister... well, Elena had been on the receiving end of that when Jeremy had found out about the compulsion.
Having looked down at the words, Elena had gone back to what she'd been doing when Elphie sunk back onto the bed. Pressing her lips together, Elena hugged her again, mindful of her injuries.
"I missed you, too. But you're safe now, okay?" For how long, Elena didn't know. This place... nothing was certain. But for now, she was safe and that was all that mattered.