[ by some miracle, abigail manages not to violently flinch away from the sword near her neck. idk man, jesus took the wheel. (will save 17) but she does look a little tremblepaley as she stands, reflexively adjusting her scarf and answering lydia's question quietly, even though she can't tell if it's an actual question or just something to break the ceremonial ice. ] They have clothes for us to change into, in the dressing rooms.
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