Abigail nodded to Sookie and let her eyes trail down to the bandage. She could still remember Sookie's wounds, all the blood, helping Papa to operate and, most of all, the fear that she would lose her. Her eyes trailed back up to meet Sookie's. "I could bring you some books later." She offered; she doubted Papa would let her walk away from training.
"Break's over, huh?" Abigail muttered and walked over to him, looking at the bars.