She glanced down at his hand, not really moving away, but also not quite softening at the show of support. Frozen, mostly. A few beats late she sags, smiling a little more.

"People are good at surviving, but not all adaptation is healthy." Abby, and her friends, had all survived some stuff. Trivial in comparison to this place, but that just made it worse. Because how they each adapted was clearly not the healthiest. And this place was so much bigger than Wellsbury.

"I'm not giving up just yet, I just-" Abby let her eyes drift away from Sylvain to put it all in order, as best she could. Cause she wasn't really used to telling people stuff. "I feel like everything I get used to here. Even the cool shit like being allowed to drink or learn magic. Is giving up a part of who I was before I got here."