Predictably, the wound protests immediately to being stabbed. Abby has to keep the cloth handy, wadded up on Ellie's thigh. It's easy to detach while she does this and focus on the task at hand, but she still winces in response to the story, grimacing as she pauses to wipe away fresh blood.

"Fuck," seems like the most appropriate response to that. "Did it pierce anything?" That Ellie got caught in a snare that was obviously built to hold the weight of a human is passed over without comment. The stark reality of it makes Abby feel sick, and she doesn't want to think about it any more than she has to.

Slavers. Unfortunately, she can put two and two together. And the hip gash is, mercifully, far more straight forward. And less dire.