Hushed Willows And I don't care, I just gotta figure out a window to break out

Abel did not linger long around the birthing den after the previous night's events. Piercing wails and cries, the likes of which he'd never heard, steered him away from the site. There wasn't much he could do to aleiviate Reverie from whatever pain she endured, so he thought it best to make use of himself elsewhere.

But she called for him now, and he'd come to. Already met with another face he'd yet to see, Abel took his place beside them.