Joel approached Tommy and sighed. He raised a hand to wipe the sweat off his brow and looked at Tommy. "I know she's furious," he replied, voice firm but vocals cracking every now and then. "No, it's not your fault, Tommy. It's mine; I shouldn't have let that girl get so attached to me. You were right," he spluttered, a cough following along to make it look like his throat was dry, not about to cry. Huffing, he exhaled and patted a horse's neck. Replying with, "We'll just see how the rest of the day goes, I need to give her some time. She's just...upset, that's all." Scooping up feed, he drained it into a trough and wiped his face again. "...Tess was right. She said Ellie would end up like this.." Recalling a flashback of her words, he gulped and accepted her words in his mind: She's no help, you know. All that girl will do will drag along and force us to go slower. That 'girl' is useful, Tess. Leave her be. ..Fine, don't say I didn't warn you. Joel's mind hit him like a strike of lightning; what was he talking about? This was Ellie. That Ellie that'd saved his life twice. A serious expression flooded his face as he whirled around automatically and proceeded to the storage room which he thought she was in.
