"Yeah, I'm good to fight. I've had worse and it healed up fine."

Not comfortably, because it still hurts a lot. But nothing's torn so badly that she can't use it. It's probably not all that Clarisse has on her mind, but Ellie's not interested in rushing this.

She looks different in the moonlight. Softer, with her hair down, framing her face. What little Ellie can see of it anyway. It makes her want to brush it back, hook it behind her ear.

"And you don't have to worry about me and Abby. We're talking now. But even if we weren't, we still wouldn't let it get in the way of this."