Shin had only just started his started to move the afflicted gods to their own chambers when Abaddon suddenly returned.
The old man raised his brow at the sight of Abaddon returning with a cute child on top of his shoulders.
"Fiona told me you were down for the count for the rest of the day…"
"That's a bit of an over exaggeration-" Abaddon began.
"It is not. He is still quite unwell. We should not even be here. I am supervising because he cannot be trusted." Gabbrielle said matter-of-factly.
Shin slowly moved his gaze from Gabbrielle back to Abaddon.
The dragon smiled nervously. "...She's just joking-"
"I have quite literally never been more serious about anything in my entire life. He should be in bed, unconscious, and recovering, but instead, he is here, darkening the halls with his sickly form and trying to help people who will still not show him the proper gratitude afterward, and-"
Abaddon created a bookout of thin air and handed it to Gabbrielle.
