But it went deep into her trunk, where she undoubtedly helped it along by still moving, and fighting, ignoring it as it tore open further. Abby is guessing here, but she thinks she's right. She understands not being able to stop and take care of yourself in the moment. Understands even more being impatient with wound care. Her and Ellie... she has to admit that they have a lot in common, even though it makes her wildly uncomfortable.

She hums as an answer. She's not about to say that she's glad Ellie didn't die of it, but can't say she wishes she had either. It's complicated.

Making good progress on the stitches now. She's keeping the thing smeared with the elfroot salve as she goes, and it's really helping with the inflammation.

Offhandedly, as if she's just thought about it, "You didn't want to see a healer?"

Isn't she all... buddy-buddy with Derrica?