Maybe that's not a satisfying answer. Maybe Clarisse wants to go solve this with her own two hands but Abby doesn't see how they can help out any further — neither of them are experienced when it comes to deal with lyrium withdrawal symptoms and when Barrow finds out he knocked them both down to get to his stash...

She sniffs wetly, makes a face when blood hits the back of her throat. "Yeah, I'm okay."

Then she sighs and amends that, cuz it's Clarisse, cuz she's looking at Abby like she wants to do something about all this. Before, she'd touched her so gently with fingertips and thumbs. "I mean — it fucking hurts, but I'm okay."

She stops holding the bandage up in front of her face like a shield. "Does it look as bad as it feels?"