I don't know why, but I keep writing Elisa suffering from some kind of mental health issues, namely depression in my fics. But, she's always deep in denial about there anything being wrong even though everyone knows something wrong.
Goliath confronts her about it.
Goliath: Elisa, you need help.
Elisa: [ Holding up their half-human gargoyle baby] Do you think a depressed person can make this? No. They can't, I'm not depressed.
Also Elisa: lounging on the couch, feeding her baby her bottle as she eats powdered donuts for breakfast. She's drinking red koolaid straight out of the pitcher. She hasn't bathed in three days, hasn't been outside for longer as watches Sanford and son reruns over and over again.
Also Elisa: I don't why everyone thinks there's a problem.