As Abby moved, the voices of the outside world became dimmer, despite the fact that her path led her from the outskirts of the space to the light-filled, hectic center. All her focus was internal. Her thumping heart had never felt so disruptive for as long as she remembered, and her stiff body seemed to become even slower with every step, as though she was in an odd pocket of time.
It was a feeling not too dissimilar to what she had felt prior to her meeting with Regrit. She had spent so long mentally preparing herself to meet that one person, yet in the end, her feeble spirit could not bear it and she chose to divert her path elsewhere.
She knew she was weak, but her meeting with Regrit suddenly fueled her to push farther than she did before.