He wakes up to the smell of pancakes and protein shakes. Elena looks better, more human when he sees her in the kitchen. She offers human breakfast, she doesn't have blood in her fridge. He does smell blood though, and he finds little vials in her fridge. Carefully labeled as Caroline's. He waits for an explanation. She gives one.
"Caroline gives me her blood every week for healing properties." She admits. She's rough on her body, rougher than she should be, really. Vampire blood helps take the deep ache out of her muscles, and it's saved her life more than a few times.
He wonders if she'd ever consider becoming a vampire. The thought of having to watch her age and die sours his mood slightly. He can't think on that until he's alone, so he tucks it away.
He asks when she wants him to take the vampire leader out. She replies that he can do so whenever he wants, although preferably sometime this century. That earns a chuckle.
They work out a schedule for the next week. He wants to train her before he leaves, and so they work around her schedule. She wonders what it'd be like to be as old as he is, to have unlimited money and no set schedule.
She shoves the thought out of her head.