Ellie hisses, grabbing the bandages and disinfectant and Logan's huge meaty paw. She wraps them while she thinks, doing her best to be more gentle than Joel ever was when she got cut up. At least, at the beginning of things... Y'know what tetanus is? Thought not. Best not learn.

"He didn't die," she says, rueful and tired with it. Her feelings for Joel are so mixed at the moment, it's hard to keep a handle on them. She misses him. She's glad he's gone. She wants his guidance. She wants to do things her own way. She wants to be part of his family. She doesn't wanna be part of any family that treats her like that.

"He's the only one who didn't." That's easier. "And I'm not losing anybody else to stupid bullshit." She's staring him in the eye, now, daring him to argue. "If I find booze for you, I'm protecting you while you drink it."