Clint turned and looked at Elena. "I have no doubt you do," he said. He ran a hand through his hair and studied her. He wondered how many people she had lost. "What I need you can't give. No offense Elena," he said. Rising to his feet, the archer brushed some dirt off of his clothes.
"You should depart now before you're discovered. I've heard Rebekah mention you by name and you are not well liked here." He lifted his eyes and met hers. "I've no desire to see Rebekah torture more who do not deserve it if I can help it." His eyes shifted towards the forest then back to her. "Whatever business you had today here, I hope it was fruitful. And that the next time we meet, I'm on another day off."