Time has stopped. Abigail simply stares around for a moment at the people frozen, and tentatively waves a hand in front of a guard's face to see if he'll react, but he doesn't even blink.

She doesn't consider going through either portal even for a second, not trusting the magic of this world or the two strangers who'd used it, certain that stepping through will only lead her into greater trouble. No, the only person she can trust here is herself, so it's herself she'll rely on.

Taking a last look back at the chaos frozen in the courtyard, she turns and runs as fast as she can and as far as she can. She has to stop a few times to catch her breath, hiding as best as she can in case the guards and mages suddenly begin to move again and spot her, and once she trips over her own feet as she's not used to moving about so much after her weeks in prison. But eventually she's out of Thorne and heading in no particular direction, not having planned anything more than getting away.