She's crying when he finds her. Her blonde hair is hiding her face and she's not looking at him, but he can hear her sobs ring through the basement. "Caroline," he says slowly, angrily. If she only listened, if she only did what she was supposed to, she wouldn't be here—and he wouldn't have had to rescue her.
She looks up to face him and chokes on a hiccup. Her lower lip is trembling and mascara is running down her cheeks. "Please," she whispers, and he hears the break in her voice, the moment when she realizes he's her only hope of getting out of here.
"I thought I told you to stay put," he reminds her, not bothering to hide his displeasure.
"I know," she says, her tone taking on that of a servant trying to get back into her master's good graces. "I'm sorry, I should have listened—but I—I—I'm so sorry."
She's crying again as she crawls on her hands and knees to the edge of the cage. Her hands grab on to the metal bars and her whole body shakes. He watches her for a moment, letting her believe he might not let her out. She needs to learn her lesson; he can't go around saving her all the time, after all. "Please," she whimpers again.
As soon as the plea is out of her mouth, he bends down and rips the lock from the metal bars and opens the door. "Come here, Caroline," he says softly, standing back a few paces.
From inside the cage, her blue eyes meet with his and that glimmer of light shines brightly there again. She rushes into his arms, hugging him tightly. "I'm sorry," she repeats, "I should have listened; next time, I will."
Elijah just laughs. "No, you won't, Caroline," he says into her hair. "But I think that's why I'm so fond of you."