Elijah moves closer to Rebekah on instinct, one hand reaching to settle in the small of her back. It's hard to think of there being something they can't survive beyond the stake, after all this long, but their mother warning them is novel enough he's not sure he can bring himself to discount it.

"What sort of attack? How do you know?"

He shouldn't be surprised she knows things, but, still. The basic level of distrust demands he ask it.