She frowns as the bandages unravel for the second time. The wound throbs on her arm and she curses softly. A sudden sound coming from the trees gets her attention and she stops to see who (or what) it is. You come from out the woodland and you meet her gaze. Your eyes drop to her wound and you hiss from the sight.

Yeah, it feels like shit. Ellie mumbles as she tries her luck at tying the wound again.