Abrial meditated on this for hours, sitting still longer than she ever had in her entire life — longer than she had ever imagined she would in her entire life — but came up empty-handed. She didn't know how to do any magic besides basic healing; she couldn't perform natural magic, and shadow magic would wreck her body. So, she most definitely didn't have the ability or knowledge to send a secret message out, and there were no special message-sending birds or something around that she could just grab and send away. No paper or ink to write with in the first place, either. Sigh. Abrial slumped against the wall, the constant frustration finally getting to her.