It wasn't much longer until Elliot woke up. She was surprised, finding herself waking up. She hadn't even realized she fell asleep. She moved her leg, running her foot along Jacob's slightly and noticed he was wearing jeans. He much had woken up and changed. She looked up at him and found he was just staring at the ceiling. She moved so that she hovered above him, her arm on either side of his head. She smiled at him but it faltered after a moment, "Please..." she said quietly, "Don't look like that."

Others may not have seen anything but to her, his look spoke a thousand words. He was worried and stressed and seemed ready for battle. She was sure that he was planning out a battle of sorts in his head. It killed her, she knew that he had to lead the resistance that he had to go out there... But part of her had been... happy that he had been so injured that he was required to stay put. She hadn't got to see him in a year and sure, they slept in the same room now but she knew what it felt like to always have to say good bye. To have to sit around and wait and worry. This last little while, she didn't have that, other than the Kyle scare. She ran a hand through his hair and sighed.