Elijah was grateful Ric was there--if only because it kept him from breaking down. And he...couldn't break down right now. If he did, he didn't know when he'd stop. He'd been numb for a century--letting other things in might break him for longer than he could handle.

He shone the light around the cave, finding the familiar marks, the names they had carved into the stone first. Not trying to shake Ric off, but unable to resist, he moved to them to slowly trace his fingertips over his name....then Klaus's, before lightly touching each of the others.