Ellie bites her lower lip, nodding. She knows all about finding something and looking for the light.

She wonders what Abby thinks about all this. It's not the first time she's wondered it.

She finishes with Mobius' hand, wipes it down with alcohol and dabs it dry before she begins to wrap it with a clean bandage. It'll be more to keep his hands from getting dirty in the wounds than anything, but hopefully it'll stabilize his grip a bit, too.

"That's better."