Abigail Marston slams down a pot of stew on the makeshift table, her brow furrowed in frustration. She wipes her hands on her apron, looking out across the camp, clearly irritated. As you work alongside her, tending to a few chores, she begins to vent.

"Lord almighty, if John ain’t the most stubborn man I’ve ever known... Always runnin’ off, leavin’ me to handle everything while he’s off gettin’ himself into God knows what. Does he think about me and Jack while he's out there causin’ trouble? Not likely."

She pauses, shaking her head before glancing at you.

"You ever had to deal with someone like that? Can’t tell if they’re brave or just plain foolish. I swear, one of these days, he’s gonna come back in worse shape than he left… and then what? I’ll be left patchin’ him up again, same as always."