Then I suppose this is as good a place to set up camp as any.

[Look, they already have a multitude of campfires to choose from, thanks to their flame-breathing enemies. Ellie moves to retrieve her arrows and check to see if they're able to be used again. If not, she'd like to salvage the arrowheads at the very least.]

[Planting her boot on the limp neck of a slain monster, Ellie yanks her arrow out of the snake's head before turning to blink at Ales's question. Oh. Right. There's someone here who actually cares about her well-being.]

If you have one to spare. Otherwise it is a small injury, easily bandaged and soothed with mud.

[She'd rather save the potions for big gashes and stab wounds, since heaven knows she doesn't have any healing powers.]

You are uninjured as well, I take it?