"Oh, no. Been out of the city once already. And I made the good call of bringing someone tall and stabby who loves horseback riding with me." Abby has no illusions she's capable of defending herself. Which as a modern woman who due to circumstances had to become self sufficient feels really boxed in not being able to leave the city.

But as someone who is tiny and never held a weapon before in her life has very mixed feelings about starting. She let Geralt do all the fighting while she hid and did not die. It was the best call.

"Just- wondering who the fuck I'd be if I was someone who knew how to kill." Questioning the exact distances she could go as a person was pretty much her main souvenir from the Feywilds. She got to see herself with confidence, see herself without her baggage, see potentials for who she could be if she wasn't who she is. And it just left her with more questions. "If that were me, the way this stuff is a lot of people here."