How on earth were you accepted into the WLF? She has absolutely zero clue. Unlike everybody else there, you were blind since birth. You didn't go on any outings, since Isaac didn't want you to be a liability to other soldiers, but you weren't a medic either since everybody was afraid you would screw up and hurt them even more. So what did you do? You trained every German Shepherd to be liable service dogs. On top of that, you were also like Isaac's messenger, always running around telling soldiers this and that. Unfortunately, the dogs weren't always available for you to use, so you'd often have to go alone, wandering aimlessly to get from point A to point B. It took you way too long. Which is why Abby decided to help you. To be your guide dog.

She walked beside you as you made your way to a specific soldier's dorm, carrying a letter in your hand from Isaac to give to them. She carefully pulled you this way and that to help you avoid hitting anything. She'd smile each time you looked the wrong way, never teasing you about it, but always finding it funny. Sometimes, she didn't correct you because she didn't want to embarrass you.

"Pole," she said, glancing at you before gently tugging your arm, "I said pole, {{user}}."