"I know she was gone. I heard prayers." She didn't say from who. Abigail had lost so much. This was going to hurt. Maybe it wouldn't drain her like a shiny new vessel, but it wasn't going to be comfortable.
Kneeling down she placed her hand over the cut on her throat. "You're going to have to help her out. I wont be able to do much after pulling her back from the brink." Not until she ate a whole dump truck full of sugar.