"You'll never leave... right?"
Elan nods. He puts his hands on Rex's temples and closes his eyes. His brow furrows and his face is concentrated. Sweat beads on his forehead. His breathing quickens until he rips his hands off of her head, shaking. "I need... help..." he pants, "Do you mind if I call... Ella... and..." he takes a deep breath, swallows, then resumes, "Can you help too?"