Ellie can't help but laugh, either. Sure, that whole go into the light thing. Super cliché. Probably super freaky in this fog, but she hadn't exactly been thinking, just talking, just trying to get whoever was out there in where it's safe.

"Yeah, yeah, just come on. It's a candle, not the afterlife," she calls back, humour evident in her tone.

Of course, Ellie is very aware that could make it less safe for her. But it feels wrong to leave someone stranded out there. When she sees Claire's shape start to emerge, she makes her way to the door and pulls it open, standing in the doorframe with her candle.

Ellie has plenty of scrapes and bruises of her own, so she's not one to judge too much about how Claire looks. She has no idea what was out there in the fog, after all, or what Claire was doing before coming here.

She doesn't look like WLF or anything, at least, so hopefully this isn't about to end in some brutal fight for either of them. Ellie isn't about to start shit right off, but her stance suggests wariness.

"Hey. You made it. See? No tunnel or anything."