Clarisse slows, half turning to look at Ellie. Her eyes widen at the sight of so much blood on her palm, and she reaches up trying to feel along her back. Can't quite reach, but she can feel the edge of the spot where her armor broke, and the way it's gone slick all the way down to the small of her back. Her own fingers come away red.

She remembers getting hit—the heavy thunk of the axe hitting her armor as she just barely skirted out of the way, and how she'd even thought that was close before continuing on. Her adrenaline had been high, and there'd been no time to stop and check out what at the time had seemed like nothing.

Huh. Guess that was a mistake.

"We're almost back at camp," she mutters. "We can take care of it there."

She's not dumb enough to say "I" with Ellie right next to her, knows there's no way that Ellie will let her find an isolated spot and try to fix it up by herself.