[Hey, horrific trauma regardless. Ellie studies Max's face, wondering who she lost, but it feels like too much to ask, too soon. In a weird way, she's heartened by the fact that Max isn't so cool and confident about things either.
Ellie's smile warms, and she lifts her hands, pointing to the inside of her own wrist.]
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Ellie's smile warms, and she lifts her hands, pointing to the inside of her own wrist.]
Tell me about your bird?