Ellie braces up as Abby sags against her, overwarm. She feels like her muscles might be misfiring, but at least she doesn't seem like she's about to throw up. She's genuinely miserable but Ellie doesn't exactly have a ton of replacement clothes and this armor's a total bitch to clean.

She pats Abby's arm again before letting her go, giving her a hand down off of Artie's back before sliding off after her.

Artie comes over to nip at Abby's braid curiously.

He's never understood why she hates it so much.

"You made it."