Elena entwines her fingers with his as he takes hold of her hand, pressing her lips together as she looks down at them. She feels a pang in her chest as she remembers that this is temporary, that it's only going to last until he tells her what he needs to, and not for the first time she realizes how much she misses him and this closeness between them. A lump forms in her throat and she swallows hard to push it back, focusing on what he's asking of her.

It's not easy, given their sudden proximity - neither is wearing much in the way of clothing, and the bed is small enough that their knees are bumping against each other, and she can feel herself flush. So she clears her throat before speaking, forcing herself to make eye contact.

"What are you going to do with it, once you have it?"