Jon is not an easy man to read, not even for the likes of Elena Gilbert, and he is not an easy man to get to know past a certain point. She is learning him, as he is learning her, and some things take time. A layer was peeled back, and maybe in the tomorrows that come, there'll be another. But she reads it in the dark of his eyes, has seen disquiet on his face before the way only a man haunted could wear it -

Elena knows redirection when she hears one, and for all of her detective-ing and curiosity, she goes with it.

"No? They're not like the horses I'm familiar with."

They are beasts of hell, after all. "... But there is one I'd like to check in on, if you're curious."