They're in Nevada, they have four more states and a deadline pressing into Elena's brain. She doesn't suggest Vegas and neither does he. She appreciates the dry heat, it's an interesting change. She had wet hair, about five minutes ago. She tells Elijah it's disturbing how quickly her hair dried, and he just gives her one of those amused looks of his.
"You'd agree with me if you still had long hair, mister." She tells him as she drives. She has coffee in her system, she's going to drive until they get to Arizona and then they'll drive to California. She's told him that they should have it this time. She plays upbeat music, and a lyric strikes him.
"But dear gods, you're the only North Star I would follow this far." He looks at Elena, thinking of her with that lyric in mind. It's true. He hasn't ever felt the want or understood the need to be in someone's company like he has with Elena. He remembers her phrasing from when she was human. They have an understanding, as she had called it. It's a good way to put it. She wonders if the butterflies she gets around him sometimes will ever fade. He's staring at her, she can feel it.
"Perhaps." He says.