[Elena worries her lower lip before she nods a little, looking at the ground. Abigail is right. She does owe Abigail that much. Possibly more even if Abigail won't necessarily come to collect.]

[Elena draws a deep breath and her hands come up in front of her. She gets momentarily distracted, however, as she becomes consciously aware of how always talks more with her hands when she's nervous or not sure of how to talk about something. She frowns at her hands, turning her right hand into a loose fist. Rapping her knuckles against her left palm, she lowers her hands and lets the breath go.]

We've never really talked much about how Jeremy died before...

[She mentioned it, flippantly, when her humanity was off. But she never explained everything surrounding the cure. Her own way of protecting herself, she supposes. The less thought she put into Jeremy dying, the easier it was to keep everything held back.]

Can we -- [She raises her gaze back up to Abgail. She smiles, but it's a nervous response.] Can we not do this in the library? Can we go to your cabin? It's closer, isn't it?

[Elena can't remember. Or she's a little too much of...whatever this sudden energy is to remember.]

[Either way, this just isn't a conversation she wants to do in a public space.]

I just-- I'd rather not...

[Elena purses her lips. She needs to stop talking. At least for the next couple of minutes.]