Again, Ellie senses the change, the seriousness in how Clem's holding herself, looking at her. She still gets the impulse to treat her like the tough little girl she'd met a few months ago.

Tough as nails, but still a little girl.

She wonders if this is what Joel must feel when he looks at her. She definitely remembers how it was when she pulled out that gun. Ellie's smile slips away, making way for something tired, and a little haunted.

She recognizes that look in Clem's eyes now. She's not a little girl who will be comforted by somebody bandaging up her hurts, hugging her and telling her it's okay. Not anymore. Ellie's voice rings with a terrible sort of understanding when she finally speaks.

"... you did some shit while you gone, huh?"

Not saw. Did. You don't get that look in your eyes from loss. You get it from sacrifice.