Abylus would head back to the door at a quickened pace, though maybe not as fast as Celara. She bounces around on her feet anxiously, gears turning in her head that something may be seriously wrong here and that perhaps behind those doors would be something that might be a threat to not just them, but possibly the monks as well. Paying only passing interest in Lang and Celara's conversation, Abby would idly finger the spear on her back with a slight blush. She did try hard to remain focused and not think about her own belly swelling up and she mostly succeeded. Her other hand kept lightly tapping on the vial she stored in mutagen in. If that door burst open and anyone other than Cadrick came out, she was prepared for a fight. Such is the paranoia that living in a dark and usually evil place can create.