Elena frowned slightly at the revelation that Bonnie had been setting things on fire. She thought she'd smelt burning earlier, when she'd heard Bonnie stirring, but she hadn't put the two and two together. It scared her slightly that Bonnie had been hiding it from her though, from all of them.
Elena lifted her mug to her lips and blew softly on the steaming surface of the cocoa, buying herself time before she had to speak. She took a sip, swallowed then sighed, shuffling backwards on the porch swing until her feet were hanging slightly.
"That means there's hope though, right? That you can stop yourself at the last moment?" Elena wasn't really sure if what she was saying was true or not, but it seemed to make sense. "I mean, that's like a little spark of light in the dark. You're still you and you still want to control it. That's a good starting point." Elena tilted her head slightly, nibbling her lip, her posture silently asking whether she was on mark or not.