Her eyes soften with sympathy. She knows how that must have felt. It's difficult for people like them to feel helpless. She only needs to look to her near death experience with the poison as an example. "Matthew, I'm sorry." She leans over to brush a soft kiss against his cheek. Even if she kept up with him before they reunited properly, she didn't know his battles with Frank were all that serious before. Unfair or not, she still thinks of Castle as an amateur. How could she not? She's been fighting as long as she could stand even if the parts with Stick are all she remembers now.

Elektra turns a little more towards him when he takes her hand, watching with that soft, loving look he brings out in her until he drops that bomb. Her brows furrowed together in confusion. Elektra feels ice water flood her veins inexplicably. Something is very off here. She knows instinctively it can lead nowhere good. "I don't understand. You watched Stick cure me days ago. Why wouldn't I have survived the poison?" That's the only way she can make sense of what he's saying. She thinks he's talking about their discovery of the hole. She starts to calm. He must have hit his head in whatever battle he got himself into after she left. "You must be confused, Matthew. Don't concern yourself with it. Just focus on healing. It will all make sense later, I promise."