Ellie snorts under her breath, which is starting to become her usual stock answer to Abby's bullshitting. It keeps her from saying all the things she'd normally say, if she were trying to be friendly, or anything.

It means she's been fairly quiet for most of the journey.

All told, Abby really should have ridden over behind Ellie -- Artichoke can bear the weight of two better than Blanche, he's bigger and more muscled. But having Abby cling to her for hours still might be a little too much, despite their recent understanding.

... it's weird. She wonders if it'll stop ever being weird.

"Yeah, the real question is what we'll have to kill," Ellie puts forward, adjusting the hood of her cloak. It's keeping most of the rain off of her but she can barely feel her toes with this icy mud. Probably a blessing since her foot's still not completely healed. The new skin feels tight, tender.

"And whether it's already dead."

Ellie throws a glance over at Glimmer, catching her eye and wiggling her fingers. Spooooky.