Elliot nodded back, "Good..."

She reached up and played with her mother's necklace. She looked down the hall and sighed, it was always really hard being mad at Jacob. Even when it was something as ridiculous as him nearly getting himself killed. The relief that he was okay and fear that their days were number always won out.

She looked at him as he put on his necklace. She looked away a moment later, not wanting to look at him in fear that just looking at him would cause her to break. She needed to be angry with him and he needed her to be.