"Holding up okay. Got grazed by a bullet but the bleeding's stopped already."

She's learned, over time, to always speak up about shit like that. It's better if they treat it sooner rather than later. The fun part about Ellie's injuries seems to be that she has absolutely no tendency to have her wounds ever fester or feel feverish.

It's like the Infection won't allow any other sickness to take hold. She jokes about her superpower, but never really wants to test it.

"What about you? Near miss?" Ellie keeps moving at his side. He's slower than normal, she notes, and thinks of taking point. They know these woods. Maybe too well, for all the time they spend out in them, hunting.

"Where are we headed? The cabin?"

It's fairly secluded, up high, a place they use for overnights. But the bandits might have found that, too.