[ She sighs. It's Euphie all over again, but the last thing she wants to do is pussy out and hang up the phone. It's hard, and her brain can't quite provide a full blown answer as to why she's shaking at the idea of leaving the house but... She has an idea. It's winter, it's David, it's all the goddamn fucking insecurities she never had before Joel was practically wasting away in a basement while she searched for food and medicine and ended up captured. ]

[ Ellie grips her hand into a fist, fighting to still herself and she decides it's bullshit to just sit there all clammed up. ]

What's out there...

I've been out of the house maybe three times since I got here. I just.

[ She groans loudly. ]

I'm fucking terrified.

[ There, she said it. And he'd better not fucking judge her. ]