Endure and survive.

There's a familiarity to that turn, the bump of the truck under her that signals almost-there, a promise that both releases something in her stomach and flutters in her chest at the same time. A caged bird only picking up to beat its wings when someone draws near.

Everything about that pun is so Ellie, and Blue's groan is only barely hiding a wide grin. "In that case, I'm only half honest," she parries, gesturing to her shirt, and allows herself the warm smile.