Molly didn’t want to go back to the safety of the inn. Thomas and Bridget were still out there somewhere. It was only proof of how tired she really was, that she almost said so too. But the reasonable half of her mind caught up with her in time. It made sense to go back. After all, Thomas and Bridget could be at the inn now. Maybe – maybe the two groups had just missed each other.
The hesitation probably read as fatigue – which was close enough to be the truth. “Yeah, we should probably head back. Maybe someone there’s heard something or can suggest something we haven’t thought of.” Molly didn’t want to give the impression she was abandoning Abby. She had every intention of continuing to help however she was able. But some tea – or even a quick bite to eat – would help clear her thoughts and wake her enough that she wasn’t swaying on her feet. Even Molly had to admit that they couldn’t continue wandering around the night hoping to find them. They needed a plan – some new way of going about all this. Something that would work, dammit.