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[He asked her to let him know when he could help, and he meant that. He just didn't expect that need to come immediately. It startles him, not because he isn't entirely ready to do what needs to be done - he wouldn't have offered if he wasn't - but because he thought she would need more time to think about it, to decide whether or not to trust him with this additional piece. He also didn't expect there to be a crisis immediately, but with vampires, he probably should have.]

[There's zero question in his mind, though. She needs him, so he's here for her. He'll drop everything to protect her, and by extension everyone, from the wreckage that has the potential to explode across the Fleet as a result of carelessness.]

[It's what he's supposed to do. It's what his father would have wanted.]

[Still, maybe there's some small part of him that thought it was over, and maybe that one small part of him is - a little disappointed.]

[He looks at her carefully, his gaze intent but not quite sharp. It's businesslike, really. He's never had a conversation like this before, but it seems like he has from the way he holds himself; it seems commonplace, when half of his mind is occupied with the thought of cold fingers and dizziness and blood in his eyes.]

So you don't think you can tell him, at least not yet, but that doesn't make him any less potentially dangerous.

If he does remember it, if he remembers and gets overwhelmed and starts to feed. You want me to . . . ?

[He's asking, but on some horrible level, her answer doesn't matter. There's one choice and one choice only. That's just the way it is.]

[God, he's tired.]

[Elena shakes her head a little. He doesn't have to finish that sentence for her to know what he means, what he thinks has to be done. (That he has to do.) But that's not the only option. She knows from experience that it is an option, but it doesn't have to be the first or only. She can still do something to save Stefan from himself. She's done it more than enough times by now. One more time wouldn't be asking too much.]

I want your help in containing him, [she corrects with a small shake of her head.] I don't know how vampires in your world work, but vampires like us start to desiccate if we don't feed. If he dries out for a little while, he'll be weaker and easier to help.

It'll just be trapping him that'll be a little difficult without vervain. But all we'd have to do is something like break his neck. It'd be enough to knock him out for a few hours.

He can come back from it. I know he can.

[Ah. Right, of course. Some people don't have to fight for their lives all the time. For some people, death isn't their first instinct.]

[His expression goes blank and unreadable for a few moments. More than anything, it's because he's jealous of her compassion. What a bizarre thing to be. But after a while, he nods.]

If that's what you want me to do, then that's what I'll do.

Are you sure?

[Unlike some people might be in asking a question like that, Elena is sincere. She doesn't want to put Caesar in a position where he has to do something he's not fully comfortable with doing. She doesn't have the right to do that and would never try to pretend as though it were otherwise.]

I'm sure.

[And, because it's Elena, he . . . actually does want to explain. So.]

It's important to me to protect the people I care about. If this is how I can do that, then it's what I want to do.

[Her smile is a little faint, a little weak, but not disingenuous. Elena glances down for a moment.]

Thank you, Caesar.

[For making her feel safe.]

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