Seriously, is there some cosmic thread binding them together?

Ellie gets so much more caustic in her thoughts when she's in pain, and the look she gives Abby just for asking is scathing. She'd love to tell her to just fucking get out, but this is an actually public-to-Riftwatch place, and she can't just unilaterally order her out of the kitchen.

She also can't leave, if she wants to get this stitched right, and there's no light anywhere else.

"I'm fine," she mutters, more annoyed than anything, and bites back a why do you care because it's fucking redundant.

"No poison or anything. Just a lucky swing."