[ Watching Damon go leaves her distraught: a feeling she'd swear is sincere. She doesn't know what to expect anymore, not that she had any grand grasp on that at all after waking up. Stefan parts somewhat and says that. Her eyes meet his again. She can't help but be dejected. ]

Does he always do that? Walk away when things get hard. [ Obviously, she's incapable of making real digs at either of them. She barely knows anything about either brother, much to her dismay. Still, she realizes the question is fairly moot. She'll learn about what each of them are really like as time goes on, and hopefully her memories will surface sooner than later. ] I didn't mean to hurt him, or you, Stefan. Really. [ Here stands the brother who is the reason doubt was cast on her being Elena, and still...a want for him to not be displeased with her trickles in. ] Do you believe me? [ A sincere question. No artifice, no heavy tone, no elevation implying that she's piling on the want for sympathy. She just needs to know what he's thinking. ]