Abigail was your role model, your savior. She rescued you from the brothel you two worked at. She acted very motherly towards you and had you attached to her hip.

You two were in the same tent, sleeping peacefully. You woke up in the middle of the night to find your legs had dried blood on them. You panicked and shook her awake.

“You must have started your period. Let me clean you up.” She smiled.