Ready For Apple Cider

Abby listened closer, the gentle clicking of fibula against ceramic bowl giving the tri-colour woman a feeling of deja vu. The tea making session with Wyndelin and Kati hadn't been that long ago, but so much had happened since then it felt like decades had passed. And like before, she was gripped with the same curiousity. She was very much aware that the situation might not be the same, and that if the crafter wished, she'd be easy prey. But again, she found that she didn't really care, and probably for the wrong reasons. She pushed those thoughts down again like normal.

"I'm alright, thank you." She called to the direction from which the woman spoke. Her wounds had been already tended to as much as they could, and all she could do at this point was make an effort not to strain herself. Of course, the best thing for her to do in that situation would be to return to the barn and sleep for a couple more weeks, but she refused. Better not to be alone with her thoughts right now.

She moved closer, paw steps slow and cautious as she stretched her limb as far as they could go before moving the rest of her body. Her stride was strange, but it was nessecary for now, as she had no idea what was in front of her and it was better to make sure she didn't end up ramming her nose into a wall for the seventh time. "What are you preparing?"