Abigail finished selling the last of her candles to her usual clients and walked back to her cart, the sunset casting a pumpkin-orange onto the street. Without looking into her wares, she attached the cart to her horse and jumped in the back, accidentally bumping into something. She glanced down and--

"[i]What the fuck?![/i]" she nearly screamed at the sleeping girl beneath her. She was about to roll her out onto the streets whenever she noticed the blood, how pale her face was drawn. "Good God," she muttered before commanding her horse to go, whipping the reigns. She slipped some soothing oil from under her skirt, making sure nobody saw her smear a clear stripe across the girl's forehead. The stranger's breathing evened and her pulse raced. Soon, they were right outside Abigail's cottage. She hastily dragged the girl inside as the sun began to sink beneath the earth. The witch placed her upon the bed and began performing a healing ritual, afraid if she used normal doctoring methods, she might take too long and the girl would be dead.