Abby leans back and the two of them sit there, panting, catching their breath, coming back to themselves. Abby rocks back to sit properly, legs akimbo. Hand at her neck, rubbing there while she takes stock. She needs to tell Ellie thanks for saving her life, and she doesn't know how to begin saying that. Not to her. It's not a matter of not wanting to, but one of vulnerably (and irony, if she's being honest).

It brews in her, and Ellie beats her to saying anything anyways. The tone of her voice makes Abby look up, attention caught by the sudden softness to her, the way she fiddles, twitches her leg.

Abby huffs out her breath. Her shoulders sag. Her eyes don't leave Ellie's face for a moment, and she surprises herself by saying, "Thanks."

Just like that. She looks at Ellie for a moment longer, then shrugs. Wipes her hand off on her pant leg, feeling blood smear, and flake off. "I'm- sorry I broke your collarbone."

She thinks about that a lot. Isn't proud of it.