Yeah, he's feeling it, too.

There's no cleaning station; the house is a rotted mess and nothing outside looks any better save for the inside of the boat. Joel grabs the inner edge and uses leverage to haul it up over the rocky shoreline while Ellie sets everything up. By the time she's done, he's dunked the deceased fish in the water to wet its scales and laid it out over the second benchtop.

"That's good enough, Ellie. Do me a favor and bring the knife with you."