"How come you're blessed in particular?" Abigail inquired. "Is there some sort of un-blessed guard? What did they do to deserve that?" She peered down at the bloodied gauntlet held out towards her, tentatively pinched one of the fingers and wiggled it a bit before quickly wiping her hands on her tunic. In fact, taking in Abigail's appearance...she looked altogether grimy and unwashed herself, even though there was a distinct lack of blood and fish guys on her person.

Abigail giggled when Anastasia mentioned her mentor, but whilst laughing she shot the huntress a dark look and firmly said "he's [b]not[/b] my master. And uh, I'm...not sure I'm allowed to go along with strangers. Then again, I'm hungry. You're not gonna bless me if I go in, right?" She looked nervous again. "Goes against my religion. Beliefs. Or, no, wait - is it only the guard that's blessed? Is that some sort of requirement?"

Abigail kept going like this all the way to the compound. Upon entering, her topic of conversation switched to pointing out all the things she thought were pretty and going on about how she had never been somewhere so fancy before. She gave a cheery thanks once Anastasia dropped her off in the quarters and, upon spying a quill, immediately set to work on her diary.

[i]hi again! I met a huntress called [s]anesthesia[/s] Anastasia. She stuck her fingers in my mouth then brought me to her room, and I get to sleep and wash up and hopefully eat here if I'm lucky. In a few hours we're going to the... screaming siren? I think? For some sort of meeting.

I miss you. I'm being very brave until you come find me.[/i]

Abigail set the quill down shakily. She took a deep breath, then stripped off and started jumping on the bed gleefully to cheer herself up.