Finding Abby in the training yard is, actually, an accident.
At least, he didn't come out looking for her, evidenced by the throwing axe at his belt. It gleams in the way of new, unused weapons; he'd had the thought of learning how to use it right, practicing, even as he'd received it, and the recent attack of the undead has only further convinced him of the necessity.
That, and the sense that spending some time throwing sharp objects at dummies can only help his mood. Sometimes you just need a metaphorical punching bag.
Regardless: he pauses when he sees her, approaches with a wave.
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At least, he didn't come out looking for her, evidenced by the throwing axe at his belt. It gleams in the way of new, unused weapons; he'd had the thought of learning how to use it right, practicing, even as he'd received it, and the recent attack of the undead has only further convinced him of the necessity.
That, and the sense that spending some time throwing sharp objects at dummies can only help his mood. Sometimes you just need a metaphorical punching bag.
Regardless: he pauses when he sees her, approaches with a wave.