Abigail looked up. First off - sweet cheeks? The name seemed...strange. Very weird, making her feel a bit uncomfortable not really knowing if Vivienne was mocking her or not. What did that even mean? The daughter of an aristocrat, she didn't have a lot of knowledge of lay terms. And this one was one she had never heard before. 

She bit her lip at the question. "Freedom?" She shook her head, a slight scoffing sound escaping her lips. "One can't leave." She glanced up. "You have the family honor and name to support. Besides, it's not my call. My father decides my fate. It's the way of life - at least for someone of my status." She winced as that seemed to come off haughty though she hadn't meant it too. She quickly amended: "I mean, the daughter of a lord, the niece of a governor," she shook her head. "My fate was sealed the moment I was born a girl."

She held up her arms, looking at her wrists. In her mind's eye she could see the chains Vivienne spoke of. "Would I like to be truly unrestrained?" She shrugged, letting her arms drop. "What does that even mean? What is true freedom?" She looked a bit lost, unsure. "If I'm not who I am, do what is expected of me, then what?" She rose. "Social requirements might not be ideal and the thought of marrying a stranger terrifies me, but....there is a reason we have rules and guidelines and societal norms. I can't function on my own. And the very idea of a woman attempting to do so is... unimaginable."

She paused as she realized that the woman there before her probably had. Her brow furrowed slightly as she moved closer to the cell. "But...but you have. How?" There was a bit of curiosity mixed with a hint of desperation. "How did you do it without being ostracized?" 

She paled as if she realized she was speaking of things she probably shouldn't have - on her end. Things that she might have thought of but hadn't dared to voice. It was crazy and not her. 

"I'm...I'm sorry. No. I don't. I'm fine with who I am. I might not be happy but there are reasons why life goes the way it does." She turned and moved slightly away. "I'll...I'll try to do what I can to save you."

Her moving away was what saved her life. The canon ball blasted into the cell causing damage. Because she had moved, Abigail was spared the worst of it though she was knocked out as a chunk of wood hit her alongside the head. Her body slumped to the ground.