"Good." Both in response and reaction to Ellie testing her weight until Abby's critical eye. Easy. They're done here.

But it feels too abrupt to pack herself up and leave.

It always feels like this lately with Ellie, like they aren't finished talking even though they've run out of things to say. Even now there's a strange tension, not necessarily unbearable, just- undeniably there. Abby pinches the inside of her cheek gently between her teeth, worrying the skin.

She says, lamely, "Do you... need help cleaning up?" They kinda got the blood all over the place. Abby wasn't exactly careful with where she was leaving the cloth either.