She watches him like he's a puzzle to solve. He is to her in this moment. Everything and everyone, but him has impressed upon her repeatedly that she has no value as a person for any extended period of time. Elektra is a weapon. She may have been from her very conception. She will always be lacking in those answers. One thing she does know is weakness. For better or worse, she knows this one. She wielded it effectively enough for years against the Hand.

"You're afraid." Which confuses the Hell out of her now that she's realized it. His affection towards her will always be this mysterious thing she'll never quite understand. Elektra knows she needs to start accounting for it. She lifts her arm out of the covers to hold out her hand for him to take. It's the best peace offering she has to give.