Abby would awaken before the monks came to rouse people for breakfast. Her eyes were sleepy looking and she would yawn out a nice loud yawn. Stretching and looking around the room she had slept in, the girl would idly wonder if any of that magic had penetrated deep into her. A few soft pats to her tum and the girl would get out of bed and get dressed for the day.<br/><br/>Once she had woken up a bit more and cleaned herself up a little she would proceed back to the mess hall where they had eaten dinner the night before and prepare herself for breakfast. She would also idly wonder how much food the monks could spare for their trip and what kind it might be. She figured they would likely get a lot of bread and these strange veggies but was still hopeful for some more squirmy meals... As she waited for the others her thoughts turned toward finding more such food. She had not eaten any live prey before coming to the surface but once she started she found it to be rather addictive. Even now her stomach groaned hungrily at the sight of anyone about. While she was easily able to keep those urges in check they did gnaw at her middle and at her mind. The more she ate after all, the better her shapeshifting abilities would become. There surely had to be some compromise there.<br/><br/>Upon the arrival of everyone else, Abby would take up a seat next to Lang and idly rub her tum. Looking around at the various going ons and wondering when they would get their food as well as when they could meet the only other visitor in the monastery. There were some questions that needed to be addressed after all. With the rest of the island having been attacked how did this person get by unscathed? Did they also get ambushed on the way here? Were they going to start traveling again? So many questions to ask when they arrived.