"Elena, hey." Crowe's vague if joyful greeting turned into a more concerned murmur of her name, and she just held on tight, for a long time. A part of her felt entirely too awkward with this. Another remembered dozens of times when they had done this, had been like this, and she could tell without hesitation that Elena was upset.

Good enough reason to not let go until Elena did, and to press her face into Elena's hair.

"You all right?" Beat, and it was almost like a shift inside her mind. "You were in an accident, too?" The words bubbled up, startling her, but she could remember worrying about Elena, too, and that was just.

Strange.

But not strange enough to let go.

"Come on in. I still got some stuff from the bake sale."

She might have gone a little overboard with buying things, there, especially since she didn't really eat all that many sweet things unless she remembered particularly. But it would come in handy, now, she thought.