Probably best not to think on it anyway. It probably won't wind up yielding anything like answers. So Ellie just shuts her eyes and breathes through the pain. She's had practice, so thankfully it's not as hard as it might've been. For all Abby's bulk, she's not heavy-handed with the needle, so there's that.

That, and the elfroot. It's good stuff. Even if it can't stop the hurting, it does take the edge off.

"Would you?" she asks a little dryly, knowing the answer. Maybe the answer's different for the Riftwatch folks, or the natives of Thedas, but Ellie and Abby operate on a different level. One that means doing their own stitches, or sewing up allies on countertops by lantern-light.

It feels weird, knowing that Abby really is her only link to home.