Elena can only laugh at the question, realising that it's a fair one. For all that Clay might wear a ring, she doesn't, and they've never actually been married. "He's my mate-" she says, forgetting herself, and using the word she tends to keep for wolves. It takes her a full few seconds to realise, and to realise that she wants Hermione to know the truth, even if this isn't the time to share it. "Clayton. Clay. He's the only one who's ever really mattered, when it comes down to it."