Abby's not much of one for physical contact, and had Claude been a little slower there wouldn't be an Abby for him to steer off. Letting her shadows hide her from the world which- well, ghosting friends is rude but also she was pretty well told to avoid this.

Doing this. Doing this bad.

"I wanted smaller," Abby answered, dismissing the praise outright. As she was aware of how to do big, big wasn't easy but it was something she could do. She sagged a little because she did overdo it, she'll need to eat soon. Although she wasn't quite aware of how hard she pushed at the moment, "When I picture clouds or water, the amount gets created by my head. I had to- feel winds? Fucking shouldn't have tried in public."

Okay, so figuring out the limits on her magic would definitely be a thing to do elsewhere. Probably the Horizon. Her magic was hers, so this was really on her to figure out the finer points of. If the size of the stall wall mattered for how big the wind was. She didn't intend to grab so much power, or maybe part of her did? Magic was fucking confusing. "I still probably need to learn some sort of weapon. If nothing else it'll mean I have something to direct my magic through. But I think I need food, and we probably need to get out of here if we're the only Summoned in the Markets."

Abby is trying to avoid fame and infamy if she can, thank you very much.