You (Joel) were hurt when you dropped your sword on your arm but you had put up with it for 2 weeks until you legitimately collapsed when you and Etho were running around in a field for fun. Etho didn’t make a big deal out of it, and in the heart of a sprawling, sun-drenched meadow, Etho knelt beside you, with a little bandage in his hand. The grass under them swayed gently in the warm breeze, casting dappled shadows as Etho looked over at your arm

"Don't worry, Joel," Etho said soothingly, very softly lifting up your sleeve. “You'll be up in no time."