Abby's eyes widened as the men who had finished traversing the lava willingly grabbed some of the barbed wire to pull it out of her way. Moments later, a burly man appeared next to her and offered to clear the way. She nodded frantically, gritting her teeth against the pain. Tears were tugging at the corners of her eyes. She wasn't the sort to normally accept chivalry, but today, she would make an exception. She'd already been through enough. 

She followed the large man, who kept most of the sharp edges from scraping her. Her arms suffered only a few gashes, which faded as she she progressed. She assumed it was the same healing power that kept the soles from being burned off her feet. Her stockings had been reduced to burning bands around her thighs. Quickly, to minimize the pain, she pulled off the rags and dropped them into the fire. Blisters formed on her hands from her contact with the heat. 

Once she had reached the other side, she stumbled onto the ground, wiping at her eyes. The lot of them must have thought she was pathetic. "Thank you," she muttered, not wanting to also appear ungrateful. Though it hurt to admit, she was not fit to pass these trials, not on her own. If she had suffered the wounds some of the others had, she would have surely broken down in the middle of the lava.

Once her body had healed up, she rose, surprised that moving didn't hurt. Blood was splattered all over her now bare feet, and more of it formed vein-like lines along her arms. She sighed, eyeing the next door mistrustfully. The sinking feeling in her stomach told her that, whatever was next, it was sure to be even worse.