Elena remembered those dresses. Remembered when Crowe's parents had left, when they hadn't come home. She remembered days spent together missing their loved ones, and days spent... doing other things that made Elena blush lightly. It was the first time she'd remembered something like that from her fake life in the town.

The door opened and she could barely contain herself, only managing to wait for the invitation before she moved forward to hug her friend, wanting to hold her tight even though they'd never actually seen each other before that very second. She hoped Crowe would let her - she really needed a hug.