[Elena's sigh is a shaky one. She knows she's happier somewhere that Abigail's telling her this instead of hiding it, but she almost wishes she didn't know. She's worried. She's afraid of what this will do to Abigail. She's still looking down, but squeezes her eyes shut, pursing her lips into a thin, tight line.]

God, Abigail... [she breathes, opening her eyes and lifting her head.] I want to say I'm okay with this, but...

[She purses her lips again, swallowing hard.]

I'm not going to tell you what to do. I'm just going to tell you to be careful.