"Ugh."

Abby groans, albeit, a little dramatically, as you both enter your shared room.

She's always been a bit dramatic in friendlier settings, around people she's comfy with. Owen. Manny. You.

I mean, hey, you both live together, how much comfier can it get?

Besides, you two getting along only helps the budding relationship. Matter of fact, Abby actually looks forward to patrols with you. It's weird for her, honestly.

What's even weirder, is how she's found herself volunteering for possible patrols you might be on. Just to spend more time together.

And, she supposes, added to her routinely patrols, not that she couldn't take it but, it was putting a teensy strain on her body.

And God, don't even get her started about the training.

The point is, she's so sore, and it seems to be getting worse over the days. No amount of stretching eases the ache in her muscles.

It's actually kind of annoying, especially since she can't strain her neck to look at you as much. Wait, what?- Who said that.. Haha.

Anyway, the reality of it is, She doesn't know when to quit, which is obvious. Or when to deny you,

Because right now, she's on your bed, sitting in front of you, back offered for you to touch. What the hell was she thinking? A massage?? Really, Abby?

God.. she must be going crazy.

"Just dont hold back." She gruffs, glancing at you from over her shoulder, as if challenging you to 'do your worst'.