He's gentler with her than she thinks anybody has ever been. The kisses he drops to her forehead are sweet and soft and Raven is torn between wanting to do more and just laying here to kiss him forever. Eventually he moves off her and holds out his hand, and Raven hesitates for only a beat.

She wants this, she does. It's nothing to do with him or with what they're doing here, but it occurs to her suddenly that the bed means taking this further, means that the contraption on her leg is about to become an issue. The last time she was here, her nerves had cracked the minute Wick put his hand on the thing, and he had helped build the damn thing. She doesn't want Elias to falter at it, doesn't want to see the look on his face when he remembers this isn't going to be as simple as tumbling into the bed and each other.

But she wants it anyway, and so she puts her hand in his, lets him pull her up off the couch. She leans into him, kissing him firmly to dispel any questions. With one hand she tugs out her hair-tie, lets her hair spill around her shoulders and then takes his hand. "Show me where the magic happens," she teases, the words dragged across his jaw.