[ elektra is...tired. she doesn't quite collapse onto her seat, she's used to retaining too much control over her body for that unless ill or severely injured, but she does settle into it heavier than she normally would. her hands rub at her eyes and over her face before she hunches towards the bonfire, eager for its warmth as she rubs absently at her wrist - the cast is of at this point, the damage mostly healed, but it still aches every once in a while. javert's presence is noticed but not commented on yet; it would seem neither are quite up for discussion just yet. ]
long night