Clementine nods. She's okay. She manages a smile that's not quite a smile. Her hand slides over her shoulder, and it's like it's gone.

It's not there anymore. She feels no pain at all, and she's used to feeling- lately, she's just been used to feeling some low level amount of pain always. It becomes such a part of life that- It half feels like something is missing to not be hurting, like she's more free somehow than she was before.

"I know magic has shitty sides of it too, but I wish mine had it sometimes."

They could fight zombies. They could heal people who are dying. She could do more than what she can do with a gun.