Elena squeezes his hand lightly once he's reached for her hand and locked their fingers together. A quiet sort of smile touches on her lips as she looks at him, listens to what he says. It strikes her, then. Not because he is saying something she hasn't heard before, but because of what he has done for her.

"It's weird," she says after a moment, a small laugh, and the slight ducking of her head. The neon-colored dolphins remain swimming to the surface. Some of them jump up into the air before they dive back into the water. "You've always said I help you stand still when you're ... the person that helped me move forward," she adds, looking back over at him after a moment. Her smile turns bittersweet, but genuine, because this Ethan -- he may not realize what a big deal that is, either.

"And I don't just mean keep going, I've always done that, I've always had to." Without ever letting herself look back, letting herself stay in bed for that one second longer because she knew if she did, she wouldn't get out of it. "I mean moving on, and looking forward, and reminding me what it is to really feel alive."

She's felt so alive with him.