Shivers

Abby allowed herself to calm further, a weight taken off from her chest. Company would be nice, she wouldn't have to rely on her own wits for a her own faulty, weird mind, a prospect much more comforting then continuing her constant walk towards oblivion. She shook herself of dew and lingering bad feelings as Meadow praised her for her admittedly minimal answer, like a teacher praises a pup for learning the alphabet. She didn't mind being treated like a pup. Left a lot less room for failure.

"Sure! sounds like a fun idea."

She started to walk, slowly, more of a suggestion of an action rather than a proper pace, in case the other woman wasn't ready to start moving yet.