"You really want to go through all of that again?" Elena asked skeptically, crossing her arms. She could probably count herself lucky that she had yet to have any form of memory 'return' to her. Though that reprieve probably wouldn't last long; not since they were heading straight for the city.

She used her foot to swipe the small pile of sand in front of her until the ground was smooth again. "You can control it," she finally said, turning her eyes away from the sand to look at him. "That's already better than most of us."