It happens so fast that Elijah can do nothing but stare for a long moment. So fast, even, that he's moving to catch her before he's fully processed why he needs to. Funny, the things that become instinct. Emotions do that, too, flare when you don't expect them to, and it suddenly doesn't matter what she's done, what she did, what she might have been going to do in the future.

"Mother!"

Klaus is there with Henrik's body, and Elijah's holding his mother again, wanting nothing more than to turn back the clock somehow and make it all better, and knowing, as he'd known that day, there's nothing to do to take it back.

She's his mother, their mother, and he doesn't want to lose her a third time. Foolish and stupid and how could he have wasted this chance they'd been given, building a home with Rebekah, but keeping her on the edges instead of seeking reconciliation. He's forgiven Klaus so many horrible, atrocious things, things that hurt all of them, but he withheld it from her when surely...what they were, what they'd done. It wasn't as if the world probably wouldn't be far better if they weren't on it.

"Mother, please..."

He's still running on instinct, reaching for the arrow, then pausing, because, no. Remove it and she'll bleed out and he needs to fix it before then and there's only one way to do that he knows. His eyes darken and his fangs flash, sinking into his wrist before he offers it to her. "Drink, Mother. Please...we can fix this..."