[Shirley manages a teary-eyed, wavery smile. Their situation is horrible beyond belief--but she can't help but feel revealed that Fenimore can talk through her injuries.]

Shh. It's okay, you don't have to talk... [Shirley reaches to her left, retrieving a cup of water and holding it out for Fenimore to drink.] You are. One of the other soldiers, a man in a mask... he gave me some medicine and helped to treat your wounds.