Arabella sobbed out loud when Aberforth touched her, terrified at first that it was not him, that she'd been dreaming his figure in the distance. But when she heard his voice, his familiar and yet younger voice, she knew it was him. She clung to him at once, her hands holding onto his forearm as she kept as tight to her own body as she could, opening her hazel eyes and seeing him in front of her. "I can't- I can't stand up without falling and I'm scared I will fall right off of the earth and float in the sky forever, Aberforth, I know I am being foolish, but I implore you to accept my foolishness for a moment," she said, her voice cracking as she gasped for air. Holding him felt like a weight, like he wouldn't let her simply slip the bonds of true gravity.
There was no wand on her, only papers which were firmly on the ground with her. She felt sick, her head spun and she wanted to vomit badly as she closed her eyes and attempted to breath before another sob over took her. She felt so weak and so foolish, and so the words slipped out of her as if she'd had wine that had gone right up to her head.
"I don't- I don't have magic, I'm a squib," she gasped, looking at him again. "I can't stop this. I can't make it right, I can't fix it." Arabella had always had issues when her control was questionable. So long as she retained the ability to keep herself safe and to be control her daily activities, she could handle the confusion of magic. In that moment, she could not, and the only people who she trusted to take control for her were not there. Caradoc was gone she assumed, and Fabian had not responded to her. She felt like an island that had broken off of a country that no longer wanted or cared about it.