Elijah was still pacing around the tomb, his hand pinching the tip of his chin. His brother Niklaus had walked out on the woman carrying his child. He was still trying to get his head around the whole thing, that his brother was going to be a father.

After dismissing Sophie and her coven of witches so that he could be alone with the girl who was carrying either his niece or nephew. 

The flames from the burning candles that lay melted and scattered around the tomb, he was still pacing back and forth casting an occasional glance to the woman sitting on the bench "So have they been holding you here against your will?" he asked stopping to face her.

His hand stuffed into his pockets as his mind was overloaded with this new information.