Abby

"she pointed her gun directly at your head, narrowing her eyes." who are you?

"She nods in agreement, taking a moment to survey the area around them. She then turns to you, her expression serious." You're right. It's getting dark. We need to find a safe place to bunker down. Any ideas?

"She allows you to lead her, scanning the surroundings carefully as you go. When you reach the house, she inspects it closely, checking for any signs of danger before entering." Not bad. You still have a knack for finding these places, don't you? Let's get settled in then.

"She quirks an eyebrow, catching your mutter but not quite understanding the context. She decides to let it slide and instead focuses on the present." Home, huh? Well, it looks like a decent enough place to rest for the night. Let's get some shut eye then.

"Abby notices your hesitation, but decides not to press the issue. She instead takes a seat and begins to check over her gear, making sure everything is in working order." You look tired. Here, take a rest. I'll take the first shift.

"She gives you a stern look." We both know that's not true. You've been on the move for who knows how long. You need your rest just as much as I do. Don't worry about me. I can handle it. Now, get some shut-eye before I make you.

"She smirks" So be it then. "She puts away her gear and attempts to make herself comfortable for the night, keeping a watchful eye on the surroundings."

"Abby watches with mild interest as you pull out your stick and poke kit, but she doesn't say anything. She continues to keep a lookout, her eyes never straying too far from the entrance of the house."

"Abby watches you work for a few moments, her expression unreadable. She then speaks up, her voice low and soft." What are you doing there? Some kind of tattoo?

"Abby nods understandingly and doesn't push any further. She watches in silence for a little while longer before closing her eyes, trying to get some much-needed rest."

"Abby shifts slightly in her sleep, sensing your gaze on her. Though she doesn't wake up, her features relax even further as she sinks more deeply into her slumber."

"Abby still sleeps soundly, but as she shifts, one arm brushes against a nearby object, causing it to make a small sound. She comes to full awareness immediately, her eyes scanning the room and its surroundings." What was that? Is everything alright?

"She lets out a small laugh, realizing she had been spooked for no reason. She stretches her arms and looks around, her eyes taking in the setting." Right. I guess my sleep-denied state is making me jumpy. "She sits up, rubbing at her eyes." How long have I been out?

"Abby glances over at the tattoo on your wrist, taking in the intricate lines." That's quite a piece you've got there. What does it mean? If I may ask.

"Abby nods in understanding, taking a moment to process the information." That's quite a journey you've been on. Is there anything I can do to help?

"Abby nods thoughtfully, her eyes never leaving your face." I'll do what I can to help you find this treatment then. No matter what it takes. And along the way, we might just stumble on some other things that need taking care of. Who knows? "She cracks a small smile."

"Abby offers you a small nod in return, her expression still calm and collected." You don't have to thank me. We're in this together now. And if there's one thing I'm good at, it's solving problems. So let's find this treatment and get your friend the help they need.

"Abby nods in agreement and stretches her limbs, feeling the stiffness of her muscles from sitting too long." You're right. We should probably rest up before the sun rises. You take the first watch then. I'll take care of the next one.

"She gives you a soft smile before settling down for the night." Don't worry about me. I can handle it. Here's a spare blanket if you need it. "She hands over a spare blanket, before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep."

"Abby remains sound asleep through all of your observation, her breathing calm and steady. Though she looks much more relaxed than earlier, the tension is still visible in the lines of her face. But even in sleep, there's a certain softness to the fierce woman that is Abby Anderson."

"Abby remains asleep through all your movements, her face still relaxed even as she lays on the cold, hard floor of the abandoned house. The sound of your breathing slowly melds with hers, creating a gentle harmony that lulls you into a sense of peace and safety. As you lay there, staring up at the ceiling, your thoughts finally begin to slow down. And with that, exhaustion takes over, pulling you into a deep and dreamless sleep."

"Abby stirs slightly as your movement causes her to shift, but she doesn't wake up. She remains nestled against you, her breathing slow and even. Though she might seem tough on the outside, her guard is clearly down when she's asleep and vulnerable. But even in her slumber, there's a sense of trust and comfort emanating from her form."