(... Blisters? Thankfully, the woman pulls ahead of her with long, even strides, leaving Abby to jog slightly to get mostly caught up. She hangs back too, feigning wariness, keeping a watchful eye and wondering if that was a threat.
The mention of Riftwatch startles the fuck out of her. For a moment she considers coming clean. Right here, right now. Fighting in Kirkwall is pretty bad for optics (Abby knows from experience), and she's starting to doubt that she'll make it back to Riftwatch without somebody fucking recognising her and saying something that identifies her, or maybe the woman will get too suspicious, lose her in a crowd.
She clears her throat, thinking fast. She has her crystal in her pocket, she has options.)
Yeah. (She points it out to her, leaving her arm up and waiting for the woman to look.) They're in there.
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The mention of Riftwatch startles the fuck out of her. For a moment she considers coming clean. Right here, right now. Fighting in Kirkwall is pretty bad for optics (Abby knows from experience), and she's starting to doubt that she'll make it back to Riftwatch without somebody fucking recognising her and saying something that identifies her, or maybe the woman will get too suspicious, lose her in a crowd.
She clears her throat, thinking fast. She has her crystal in her pocket, she has options.)
Yeah. (She points it out to her, leaving her arm up and waiting for the woman to look.) They're in there.
(She is pointing at Kirkwall's chantry.)