"Sucks about your world," she says, and no matter how light the words are, she means it. She's glad at least he had friends, but can too keenly imagine the loneliness. She lowers her eyes and watches her feet. "I used to be the healer on my team, but that was when I had a magic touch."

She breathes deep and moves a hand over to feel how her diaphragm expands. "Fucking bitch Shepard broke my ribs, I think. So much for District unity. I hope Enjolras ices her out." She takes count of the bodies on the ground.

"Then we'll need weapons too. I can still protect us both even banged up, you know. When you're done patching me up, we go find food sources and wait there for someone to come to us."