Elena cants her head to the side, near imperceptible. She can half-tell there is a difference between the two, and the difference is meant to be a compliment. Her smile threatens to widen, seeing him duck his head the way he does. He looks so gruff and serious most of the time.

It is endearing to see this other side of him, to know that it exists. She doesn't wear her heart on her sleeve, but it can be found in her eyes, and they linger on him more than is necessary before she finally looks ahead and resumes their walk.

"Tell me more about it?" she asks.

She'd like to know more about this place he comes from. A place he is so intent on saving.