Elena isn't sure she knows how to feel happy anymore. If she's even capable of it with all that she's lost. A piece of her is gone forever and all that's left is pain and emptiness. She has to find a way to exist with that.

"Do you like it?" she asks with complete openness and no clear expectation in her voice or expression. She's curious as to his answer, though she's fairly certain she knows what it will be.