"Shot what through it?" Ellie mutters back, aghast- it looks like a shotgun wound, and short of magic, she's not sure what could've done it. It hurt to look at, and she's had plenty of nasty wounds to take care of, herself.

"No problem," she answers, a little awkwardly. It wasn't as though there was any other option in her head. There's no way she could've left him there, or left him alone while he hung in the balance. She fidgets with his bedcovers, drawing them up a little more. The task feels too tender for her rough hands, now that he's awake.

"I'm just glad you made it. That was close."