Hey, fuck you. Don't come crying to me [like she ever would] when your butt cheeks are bruised.

[Not that Riley needs to know the details of how Ellie can heal. But she has no fear of injuries now--or so she tells herself--so there's no reason to not grab onto Riley's hands and step up onto the board. It wobbles, and Ellie's grip tightens.]

I swear, you better not try to be funny, Riley.

[Her pride can still be bruised.]