Glimmer had been sitting on this information for a short while. Not long, just long enough to think over what she wanted to do next. Ellie wasn't happy--clearly. This whole mess was gnawing at her and it made Glimmer's chest ache to see the way this still tore at her friend. Of course, Ellie wasn't the type to really open up about this. What was Glimmer supposed to do? How could she help? The answers was of course that she could only help if Ellie let her, and Ellie as a rule was not good at acceping help.

So the next best thing was to find out what she could. To that end, Glimmer has gone looking for the other party in question--the tall, muscular woman named Abby. It takes her a little while. She checks the training yard, the infirmary, the sleeping quarters... it's only when she spots her sitting with a book in the library that Glimmer finally has her target in sight. It's strange, looking at her and realizing this woman took away someone important from someone that Glimmer loved--and Glimmer wasn't afraid to say that, either. Ellie was her friend. Glimmer loved her, like she loved all her friends.

She couldn't go charging in like she knew everything about this, like she could somehow fix it. No, this had to be an attempt to understand. So Glimmer approaches calmly, skirts swirling around her ankles.

"Hey, Abby? Can we talk?"