Elijah was quiet when he reentered. He stared at the fire with a little clear panic kept down, as if watching to make sure it stayed in the hearth. He glanced over and looked up at him.

"No, not really.. But.. I think I'm failing. I don't know how to make you happy." He turned back to watch the fire. Being a little upset made his anxiety worse. "I keep trying and it feels like nothing works. You frown more than you smile around me.. "