Abigail screws her eyes tight shut, gripping fistfuls of the bed sheets in both hands, trying to calm herself. The nightmares had been worse here, without Alanna to administer the medication that kept them at bay, and for the first time she'd actually found herself wishing she were back at Port Haven.

She wants to yell at Ellis, to tell him to get far away from her, that she was a terrible person and only bad things would happen to him if he stayed with her. Simultaneously she wants to hold him close and bask in the shelter and comfort he's offering - but she knows she can't go forever without telling him at least part of what she's been through, what she's done, even if it would make him despise her.

"You-- you really don't know, do you? You can't... you'd never want to be around me if you knew."