It took everything within him physically not to react, not to reach out just so suddenly as she had slipped to the ground - smelling the salt of her tears. Fists clenched at his sides keeping them busy or else he reach out to touch her, tilt her chin up and wipe away the tears he had once upon a time done. Like he had always done and looking back now all he could see and remember was wiping away her tears. Something he should not have been so familiar with as he was and that feeling bubbled up into his chest once more, one practically screaming at him to just leave her that he could possibly do nothing more, nothing worse. Yelling that staying near and around her was crippling for them both, but still just like back then he latched onto that innocence of Winny and for once it was not to destroy it, though truth was there were moments he manipulated it for himself. But Elijah did not want her to loose it. did not want to so completely break it like he did with all others. He wanted her to keep it and he wanted to keep her - keep that innocence in her if only so he could touch it, taste it on his tongue and that he found was only a small fraction of what made her so addictive to him.
Hearing her admit though to not knowing what to do when so terrified made something constrict in his chest and choke in his throat. “Did you trust me so little?” Elijah did not mean for the words to come out as biting and…bitter as they did - they were a growl through clenched teeth fighting back the sudden and all-consuming emotion only she could ever inspire and drown him in. Even after all this time he found he was still helpless to it. “You could, SHOULD have come to me. Instead you run only to literally show up on my doorstep. I promised I would protect you back then and you didn’t even give me the option!” Steadily he was loosing his patience once more as well finding his anger rising in the fact he couldn’t seem to conjure up that anger for her. He wanted to hurt her perhaps like she had him, but the thought of doing something so low to her sickened him. Watching her hands shake he felt that physical urge and yet before he could force himself to not react he was already gripping her much smaller and paler hands in his own; pulling her back to her feet. Hand hovered by her face battling with himself wanting to feel that familiar touch of her skin against his palm, to as he had said before so many times brushed the tears away and reveal her face from behind her hair.
He did neither however, instead just allowed his hand to hover before falling back to his side. It was funny how so much as the same and yet at the same time so much different - how much more different he knew they were to become. Winny was something special he muse to himself - he had slipped so grandly around her and still found himself trying to collect it all and wondering if he would still all that much more. It would have been better to leave and he liked to lie to himself that she would and he would erase it from his mind. That he would let her walk out and away again and completely forget he ever saw her again. Could even forget her for a second time when he had never such a thing the first time; could go on with his life and in some ways it was nothing and everything he wanted. It was something he craved right then - to just forget. Dark eyes looked at her with that same calculating and critical darkness she would no doubt remember, be able to recognize, but just like her Elijah was not the same as back then. “As I see it I can not simply let you leave. Newly turned are such..volatile creatures.” Elijah spoke coldly as if thinking out loud; stepping to the side the door still open behind him he motioned to-ward it ushering her in. “Your a mess I can not afford to ignore.”
She was angry, yes. But Winny was not someone that lashed out. That had been curbed out of her, and she’d never been the type in the first place. But she wanted to. He was so frustrating, the way he refused to listen to her, to listen to her words. And she hated crying in front of him. Maybe it was because it was natural, because she was used to it, to being able to relax in his presence. Damn him. Watery blue eyes lifted to stare at him, to listen to him yell at her as if scolding a little child. Oh, and she had plenty to say to that. She let him pull her up, but just as quickly, yanked out of his touch as if he had burned her. Eyes narrowed as if she was getting ready for a war of sorts, and perhaps she was, she brushed her hair back off her shoulders, throwing the golden strands down her back and out of her face. With a quick swipe of her hand, she manged to at least erase most of the evidence that she’d even been crying in the first place, lifting her chin a notch as if daring him to continue. But when he didn’t, she spoke, and even if her voice was slightly watery and wavered a bit, it was still a strong tone. “Do I trust you so little?” She repeated incredulously, and fell back another step as if the force of saying the words knocked her back.
"You thick-headed wolf." For once, her voice dropped to a growl, shaking slightly, whether from her sadness or her anger. "I didn’t give you the option? I gave you so, so many options. But YOU WERE THE ONE WHO BIT ME.” Her voice raised to a yell, shaking at the end like a wire pulled taut. She was shaking with rage, but it wasn’t towards him. No, never towards him. Towards herself, yes. Because she had been the one who had left and he was right, but she couldn’t stand it, especially not when he was staring at her as he was now, with all that coldness. Another step back, this one bringing her to the edge of the stairs, and it was clear in her eyes that she was on the edge of bolting.
Blue eyes flickered briefly to the open door before she shook her head, running a hand through her hair, the strands twining around her fingers as she gave a gentle tug. She couldn’t look at him then, not when he was removed. It was difficult to breathe, with all that anger and sadness and emotion weighing heavily on her chest. For a moment, her eyelids closed, whether because she was making some sort of decision or simply because she needed the silence for a moment or too. A deep rattling breath followed and she took another step back, hand bracing on the railing. “I think I should leave. That would be best.” She said in a much more composed voice, eyes flickering momentarily to him as if to gauge his reaction, then suddenly realizing that she shouldn’t be doing that at all, she turned away.