Ellie looks straight at him, her chin still resting on the back of the wooden buck he carved her. She thinks she trusts him. But he could turn at any moment. Everybody does. It's not even personal, most of the time. Or they die.

He can't hurt her here, though, and he's not in any danger. Maybe that's what's pulling the truth out of her. Maybe it's something else.

"Why?" She says softly. "Why do you give a rat's ass about me? I'm just..." Ellie shrugs. She's got no idea what she is anymore.