Elena nods as she pulls back, taking a deep breath and wiping away the few tears she'd let fall. She doesn't feel very reassured by his words, but there isn't anything more solid for her to cling to right now. So she'll put on a brave face, pretend that she's okay with this, pretend that she understands why he's still doing this and ignore her own suspicions. By the time she looks up, the only evidence that she was crying is that her eyes look a little too bright.

"Yeah," she says with another nod. She sighs, then looks at the chain, then her bedroom door. "Should we head downstairs?"