Even if she might think the situation is slightly ludicrous, Elsa's grateful for it, too. It's impossible to feel bad for herself or dwell on how dumb the whole broken leg incident makes her feel, not when Jessica is kissing her, touching her. There's want, there's desire, but there's a sense of safety here, too, and any accidents or mistakes she's made don't seem to matter so much. Hands sliding over warm skin, she reaches around Jessica, fumbling for the clasp on her bra. That she won't stop kissing her doesn't make it any easier, but practice is on her side.