All Abby takes is the food. She doesn't keep rooting around, once she's got these things and tossed the third one to Clarisse she puts the pack back down where she found it in the corner. If this were reversed — if she left and Ellie had her stuff she'd do the same thing, Abby has no doubt.
She's bringing Ellie's apple to her mouth and thinking about what she would have found in Abby's bag, what she'd be standing here eating now. Bread and nuts. Oh, and that jerky she got from the Kirkwall markets last week.
She's gotta be making a face while she eats but Clarisse hasn't pointed it out.
"Sure."
Abby comes to sit. She takes the package and hands her the bread in return, glancing into the wax paper wrapping, lifting it up to sniff. Then she sighs. "I hate raisin cookies." Like Ellie did this on purpose, to spite her from beyond the rift.
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She's bringing Ellie's apple to her mouth and thinking about what she would have found in Abby's bag, what she'd be standing here eating now. Bread and nuts. Oh, and that jerky she got from the Kirkwall markets last week.
She's gotta be making a face while she eats but Clarisse hasn't pointed it out.
"Sure."
Abby comes to sit. She takes the package and hands her the bread in return, glancing into the wax paper wrapping, lifting it up to sniff. Then she sighs. "I hate raisin cookies." Like Ellie did this on purpose, to spite her from beyond the rift.