Aberforth's cell was at the very end of the line. Tucked far back in the corner, she was still able to see the old wizard leaning against the bars staring at the woman responsible for his capture. From the distance, it seemed that he was whole. He hadn't been terribly mistreated in his confinement yet. Once she confirmed his presence with her own eyes, she wanted to leave. As she started to turn, Rabastan caught her arm. Though not as rough a grab as her husband employed or even as rough as what forced the uncloaked stunner out of the end of her wand into Aberforth's gut, it was firm enough to allow him to steer her over towards Aberforth's cell.