He's apologising, which is such a ridiculously Elias thing to do, but at least he's not pulling away. Admittedly, Raven hasn't done this in a while either. The last time she slept with anyone was Wick, and that hadn't gone all that well, in the end. But that had mainly been her fault, her anger at him and mostly at herself making for an awkward after. It had been the first time she tried to do this with the brace, and she'd been more frustrated with that than anything else.

This time she's had a little more time to come to terms with it, even if she's still kind of hoping he doesn't notice it when he shifts against her. She moves her leg a little, tries to stop the joints from digging into him at all. Eighteen months ago she could have done this without a second thought, without having to think of the logistics at all, but she's determined not to let that ruin this.

"You're not doing anything wrong," she assures him, kissing him again. It's not how she expected this day to go, exactly, but she's surprised by how much she wants it. Raven slips her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, shifting so that their legs slot between each other. "Trust me, you're doing fine."