Lev's door is open. Abby doesn't knock but only because they're both expecting her– she's not entirely sure of what's waiting for her behind the door. Lev, frostbitten along his hands (he needs those, what if he can't hold his bow again?) and Nico, potentially injured too, but keeping it quiet for Lev's sake; the fucking pair of them. She should knock their heads together, but she won't. She recognises too that they probably only called in an adult at the very last minute, and she is, begrudgingly, glad that they did.

"Hey," she calls, and slings her pack off of one shoulder. She brought her first aid kit, just in case.