"So long as we're all on the same page."

Quick nod!

"Let's have a little snack, then, and we can get back to things."

Little moan. "Okay."

"M'not very hungry..."

"It's still important to keep your energy up and stay hydrated."

"...Maybe some juice?"

Juice it is. (Part of the supplies she laid in for this adventure, of course.)

The girl sips it - not very quickly, but it doesn't seem like she's intentionally delaying either. 

That's fine. They've got all the time in the world.

She finishes eventually and leans into Ellie.

"Ready to start again?"

She nods and smiles a little. "Yeah."

"Knife's excited."

"Shan't keep her waiting, then."

Ellie stands, pulling the girl with her over to the playspace again. This time Ellie will stretch her out on the floor, laying on her back.

She goes, holding herself still and wherever Ellie sets her. Her pulse is clearly picking up, a new flush spreading over her skin.

Ellie starts slow, working from the feet up.

She screams - and starts seriously whimpering and crying as Ellie gets closer to her face.

(Knife's been leaving her with her own appearance, this time.)

Ellie teases her with the blade around her eyes, drawing slow figure eights and letting her nick herself as she struggles.

"Left or right, dear? You never said."

Nnnnnf!!!

"L - left - " she stutters out.

Left eye it is. Ellie circles the socket, pulls the eyelid apart with her free hand-

-digs in with the tip of the blade.

She screams. She's not thrashing as much as one might expect for what's going on - not seriously trying to get away from Ellie - but, well. This won't be a precision surgery. 

It wasn't ever going to be. Ellie uses her body weight to pin the girl down as she scoops all the squishy bits out of the eye socket, flicking them to the side.

Sobs!!!

Oh dear. Maybe Ellie can kiss it better, once she's done excavating?

Whimper.

She's still trying to close her eye (and her right eye's squeezed tightly shut). It's not very effective, of course.

Laugh.

"There we are."