“No.” Clarisse wrinkles her nose, smiling a little. “Deep breath.”

She’s gonna start stitching up her arm now, and she knows how bad it feels the first time that needle goes punching through skin, especially since Ellie’s arm must hurt like hell already.

“I didn’t sign anyone’s present,” she adds after a few seconds, head bent, concentrating on her stitching. “Yours was the only one I added anything to.”