Ellie's shifts up, manages to get off of straddling her so Abby can get to her feet. Puts herself down on one hip, reaches up to cradle her arm to her chest so it won't hurt just because of the weight tugging on it.

With her good hand, she reaches up to get the lantern, puts it on the bloodstained floor. It's dark, all covered in scuffs where they swept the dust clean. She opens the top one-handed, dips into it for the rolls of bandage, a small box that she opens up. Elfroot salve, a wash.

"C'mere," she says, very quietly. "I'll get your face."

They could do Ellie first, but then she won't have both hands.