"Yeah, he's-" Clementine doesn't know how to put it to words really. They talked about his daughter. They talked about how it feels sometimes to be responsible for the death of someone you love. He was there when she came back from her world, asking, listening, promising her it'd be okay.

She smiles, resting a hand against Rebekah's arm briefly. "He's helped me a lot. He's my friend."

She clears her throat. "I have some pain meds and some food. They're- Your arm's still probably gonna hurt like hell."