Once Ellie's got the wound covered, she shifts back to let Clarisse turn, then wipes her hands clean on the edge of her cloak because honestly fuck it, she's not willing to take the time away from her.

She looks over Clarisse, more subdued than she normally is, cuddled up under her cloak, and reaches for a blanket to draw around the both of them. Beneath it, she slides an arm around Clarisse's waist, where it won't hurt so bad, pulls her in closer.

They don't have all the time in the world, but she does want to hold her, at least few a few minutes. It may not have been a huge or scary battle, but it's another one they survived.

"You bet."