[ Elena Fisher never cries, what kind of a nonsense notion is that? He saw nothing and it would be wise to pretend he'd never seen it to begin with. She'll end up being the one who gets teased about some tears being collected in a jar as proof.

His ring hadn't been on her mind, it'd been the injection site, her hand moving there next to feel the side of his neck. Nothing, and why would there be? ]

You took off, Nate, how can you not remember that? Sully said you'd been drugged, you kept fighting him off when he was trying to help. You even...took a swing at me— are you sure you're all right?

[ Hazel green eyes squint in concern. He sounds and looks like he's good, physically and mentally, but Elena knows him. Something is off. He's as unsure as she is right now, that can never be a good thing. Usually it's one of them who's sure of whatever is going on while the other doubts and needs some sliver of reassurance.

Her hand moves to his jaw, cupping it, those worried eyes searching his face for something that might tell her she's just being crazy. ]