Elena slowly stirred the milk heating gently on the stove. The large kitchen was only dimly lit, since Elena didn't want to wake the rest of the house, and the tiled floor was cool beneath her feet. Elena was wrapped up in a blanket, covering the sweatpants and vest she'd pulled on to come downstairs, and there was an identical blanket draped over the back of a stool at the island.
When Elena heard Bonnie padding downstairs, she looked up from the pan, turning to face the door that led out to the rotunda. "Hey," she said, her voice low, as to not wake either of the other two sleeping vampires in the house, but warm and welcoming. "You didn't," she replied, as Bonnie hesitantly entered the room. "I couldn't sleep either."
Leaving the stove, Elena crossed to the island and held out the other blanket to her friend. She could see that Bonnie felt awkward from the way she had her arms crossed over herself. Still, Elena wanted her to know that she was there for her, even if she didn't really understand expression.
"Milk's nearly ready," she murmured, gesturing over her shoulder towards the saucepan on the stove. "I thought we could go sit on the porch."