Clarisse nods. She isn't all that familiar with the intricacies of a lot of the way this world functions, but she knows that Ellie is right. They did... maybe not a good thing, but the right thing.

She closes her eyes at the brush of Ellie's forehead against her back and then keeps them shut as she spreads the salve over the wound. It stings, for a few seconds, then fades into a numbing coolness.

With a sigh, Clarisse turns to face Ellie. She keeps the cloak draped over herself, which is kind of ridiculous, considering who she's with, but she wasn't lying about being cold before.

"Thanks." She can't see the stitches, but she knows they're good.