Elaine had felt about ready to argue back that she had grown up on an island full of plenty of cutthroat pirates other than LeChuck. She knew how to handle danger, even the kind that tried to tear people apart. The more Guybrush went on, however, the less that kind of response felt appropriate. Especially by the end - I don't want to lose you again. Elaine felt something tighten in her throat at that.

She was silent for a few long moments. Guybrush was being completely sincere, she knew. She couldn't fault him at all for being so worried. Truth be told, the sheer strangeness of the time gap between them made it a little hard to feel quite the same desperate worry, but there was still something there. For all the awkward, self-centered, or thoughtless things he had done or might have done in the future, she didn't want him hurt either. He was too...

Finally, she smiled again, just a little. "You won't," she assured him. "Because we'll work together to bring this place to the ground." The smile turned into a bit more of a grin. "It'll be deader than Loom in the end. Promise."