It's not good, it just is. The two of them cooperating enough to make it through whatever the fuck this is, and out the other side. Abby fishes some old scrap out of her bag, and puts her hand over the top of a bottle of– water? Whatever.

She wets the rag, and brings it to Ellie's face.

"Because of your collarbone." She grips her chin none too gently, holding her still. Her eyes are sore from crying. She blinks and adds, "And I don't want to fight you. Think I've made that pretty clear the whole time."

For the record, she isn't trying to start another right now. She's tired, her voice low but firm. Her movements, to wipe the flaking gore off of Ellie's chin, are methodical. "All I wanted to do was get to the boats. That hasn't changed. I want you to leave me alone."