Elena was stretched out on her bed, one arm propped beneath her head, enjoying the breeze from the open window. At one point she might have enjoyed being outside, but lately, with Klaus and all of the threats that seemed to be coming from every which way, inside seemed the safer place to be. If she thought about it too much, she would have come to the conclusion that even that wasn't entirely accurate. Klaus had shown remarkable ingenuity and she had long since come to the conclusion that if he truly wanted to get to her, he would. Even in her own home.
It was part of the reason she'd decided to make a deal with him. She could stand by and watch all of her friends and family be hurt and killed by the madman, and eventually he would undoubtedly have his way. Or she could give him what he wanted, and let everyone else lived. It was simple in her mind, really. But there was a reason why she hadn't told anyone her decision. She knew they wouldn't understand, Stefan especially.