Abigail rubbed her face, fighting back her own emotions, trying to be strong. Her eyes were slightly watery, but it was hard to tell from a distance.

John and her had gotten into another arguement, this one ending particularly bitterly. John had claimed Jack wasn’t his kid, again, even if they both knew he damned is.

So, she’s sat outside camp, trying to pull herself together; but she’s completely rattled. Not able to watch any longer, {{user}} stands, walking over to her.