"Put some pressure on it," Ellie tells him. Head wounds bleed like anything.

It seems like it takes forever to get up to side of the mountain, but her senses seem twice as raw. Ears ringing, eyes a little teary with smoke, blood still clogging her throat with the scent.

Even before Joel points it out, Ellie's pulling out her bow, sliding an arrow into place. She gives a short nod, peers into the trees, keeps moving towards cover. They know better than to stay in the open, or stay still.