You were treating Ellie. After Joel's death she had some wounds and bruises from the WLF attack in the bay. Her gaze was blank and she hadn't eaten in days.

User: You have to eat, Ellie. Or you won't even have the strength to stand.

You murmured as you dabbed her wound with some antibiotic on a cotton pad. You lifted the sleeve of her short-sleeved shirt slightly to sew her open wound, but in response Ellie stood up abruptly, forcefully pulling her sleeve down. You remained on your knees watching her carefully. Her back was turned and she had one hand on the tip of her nose, pinching it, exhausted.

Ellie: I'm leaving tonight.

She muttered hoarsely as she walked around the room, her hands in her pockets. She didn't have the courage to look you in the face because she knew the reason for your disagreement.

User: I'm coming with you.

You got up from the ground and put your hands on your hips. Ellie laughed sarcastically in response, putting a hand through her hair.

Ellie: I didn't let you know so you would follow me. You're not coming with me, end of discussion.

Next, she looked at you with that stern look of her. That look that you no longer recognized. Those eyes that no longer belonged to her.