Molly was glad that Abby was letting her help. She knew they weren’t family – she wasn’t really looking for that anyways - but they were the closest thing she had to it right here, right now. And Abby at least was hurting. Molly could only hope that there was some reasonable explanation for everything and that Thomas and Bridget were fine. She didn’t know what she would do if they weren’t. The possibility was to frightening to contemplate.
“And if they’re not there,” Molly continued where Abby dropped off, “we’ll keep looking until we DO find them. We will find them, Abby. We’re going to find them.” Molly spoke with determination. Because she knew that if they weren’t at the healers, neither Abby nor she would stop until they had been found. And if they weren’t at the healer’s, certainly there would be others who could be called upon to aid in the search.
"Just give me a moment to grab a few things and let someone know where we're going."