Um. Probably not a good thing?

She'll stay ready in case Villanelle needs her to make a quick pick-up.

She gets a whisper in her ear a few minutes later - 

Villanelle does, in fact, need a bit of a rescue, from pretty near the center of the wreck.

Ah, time to move in.

The pirates notice her as she's getting closer to Villanelle - they're thoroughly on scene, and she has to abandon cover - 

Villanelle catches up to her before they do, controlled falling onto the ship's upper deck, buoyed by a complete disregard for where anyone else could possibly think gravity might point.

"Okay, take off!" Villanelle's voice whispers in Ellie's ear as Villanelle herself starts sprinting for the navigation center. A shot arcs over their bow, barely missing - 

Whoops, okay, they're fine, she's fine, still flying, still getting the fuck out-

The pirates unload a lot of ammunition at them. Still, the ship's agile, and Villanelle's had a liking for making Ellie run jerry-rigged obstacle courses with it...

Villanelle's breathing hard when she gets into the navigation room, carrying something large and bulky and wrapped in cloth on her back. She lowers it to the ground, darting over to take over the weapons while Ellie continues flying them out - she mostly focuses on point defense, reducing the amount of maneuvering Ellie needs to do to avoid the pirates' shots, but scores a few hits against the enemy ship.

And then they get enough of a clear stretch - 

And they break into the Astral Sea.

It's a bit of a rough transition.

She winces.

"Ouch."

She huffs, knees briefly buckling.

"That was some good flying, though," she says, even as she braces herself on the console. With a wince - "Sorry I took so long."

"I was doing all right until things started exploding."

"Yeah... Sorry about that." She's definitely breathing a bit gingerly.

"Are you okay?"

"Ah - mostly... I didn't have much time for healing magic..."

"Let's uh. Go sit down?"

Small smile.

"Sure." She hums a few bars, straightening, and - "I should be good to limp over to the healing potions now..."

"Need a shoulder to lean on?"

Softer smile. "If you're offering..."

She steps over and offers an arm.

She takes it, resting her weight a bit on Ellie.

(Eeeee!)

To the healing potions.

Villanelle ends up needing one of the more serious ones, drinking it slowly while leaning against Ellie. Still, it takes effect quickly, her posture improving and her small signs of pain fading. She doesn't stop leaning, though.

"Comfortable?"

"You make an excellent support."

"I am a woman of many talents."

She laughs. "Good ones."

"Though as delightful as leaning is, we should probably get our haul situated some..."

"What did you find?"