Elliot's hands started run through his hair. It wasn't in a loving way as she might have before but in a detached kind of way. She continued to massage his skull as she looked at him, "You are in pain," she said blandly. She smirked a little, "The voice told me not to do anything. ... so I thought I should help... listen less."

She kept rubbing his head, she had done things like this before. She had never been a fighter, not like Jacob or her sister. She rarely went on scouting missions unless she was necessary or Jacob wanted her to. She had spent her days in the makeshift medical wing, helping those wounded. She had managed to attach a few robotic limbs to members with no issues. She did not remember any of this, but her body did as she continued to try and ease the pain.