Abia’s heart nearly leapt into her throat as she jumped away from the man she had been bandaging up. That yell echoed across the room and down the hall, surely even reaching the entire town. It was so sad and so pained. It felt like something she has heard in a nightmare once or twice before.<br/><br/>She watched him struggle in his sleep, but his wrappings were still only half done. Despite his night terror, she carefully went back to dressing his wound, laying low so as not to be in the crossfire of an accidental swing of his arm. She was sure that even an unintended tap of his forearm could probably knock her out for the night, at the very least.