For a moment she's tempted to let the subject drop, in the hopes that maybe he'd get back to the neck nuzzling; but ultimately the ability to do so isn't in her makeup.

"When you were young," Abigail says, looking at him with mingled surprise and disbelief. "Sure, and I work nights one after t'other. Always have. I still fetch water and feed the horses, visit friends and take my brother a meal while Mithros lights the sky."