Ethan releases a breath as Damon leaves, and he stares down at his own two feet for a second, trying to contain the strength of his own emotions before he looks back up at Elena again. There's an apology in his gaze, an intense apology in his gaze, because he is sorry for nearly throwing Damon overboard even if he can't be sorry for the rest.

"You're right," he says after a moment, and his hand reaches out for her arm to rest against it, grip hold of her. His jaw locks at the back with the emotion still inside of his chest and that feeling that he can't rip from himself even if he wishes he could. "You're right. We don't know enough about this place to start fighting and... tearing the place apart."

There's no way of knowing what will happen on this ship. It may seem relatively calm at the moment, but they all know better. Damon just doesn't seem to care, but it doesn't mean that he'll let Damon bait him again. Ethan is learning slowly but surely how to keep the vampire from getting under his skin, and he winces as he shifts slightly where he is standing.

Damon is fully healed now, but Ethan is most definitely not.

He feels that sharp pain hit his rib cage, and he is staring out over the mess that he and Damon have made of this deck. It's destruction everywhere, and it-- it didn't feel all that satisfying in the end to attack Damon especially when he seemed to want him to for whatever reason.