Abrogail has had a few of her stats enhanced by Wishes, mainly Splendour but also some droplets of Cunning and Wisdom as well; she can tell the difference between Wish and spell. The first time she realizes that she has become more Intelligent, she kneels by her thin bedroll and prays to her Goddess with her eyes squeezed shut, astonished and contemptuous at herself for how it is taking actual effort for her not to weep.
Even a Goddess does not spend Wish-tier interventions on something She expects to fail and be thrown away.
When later Abrogail realizes that she is also become more durable, as is a subtler thing to observe, she is astonished again, to the point of being puzzled; and says aloud "I notice that I am confused" and thinks as quickly as possible because if she doesn't think right away it is entirely possible that she will thereby fail a test and be punished; but, even having so thought, she is yet confused, besides the obvious point that her Goddess probably really does mean to keep her, and has some genuinely important use in mind for herself.
This realization ought to be met by fiercer efforts, not weaker ones, if she ever wants to be allowed any shred of hope again or considered worthy of any reward; and somewhat to Abrogail's own surprise, she can try harder, with excitement as well as fear in her. Or maybe it's just the extra Constitution.
When she's been boosted enough times to notice that her Splendour doesn't go up - Abrogail has been trained enough, by this point, that she will wonder openly to herself, rather than in the back of her mind, about whether it's difficult/impossible for her Goddess to enhance Abrogail's intrinsic Splendour past the +5 that it's already been Wished-up to. Her Goddess has made it clear enough by now that She does not appreciate fawning praise, or Abrogail not daring to think thoughts about Her possible limitations...
Carissa Sevar was the same way, as a mortal; Abrogail has not forgotten her past. It really didn't take all that long for Abrogail to make the leap from the Goddess's preferences to Carissa Sevar's preferences. You learn to make leaps quickly, to at least think of the thought, when failure hurts immediately. The hard part wasn't in seeing how the Goddess / Carissa Sevar might be like that. The hard part is trusting in Her; for it requires remembering hope, after Hell.
She wonders sometimes how long it's been, since the first phase of her Hell ended for her. There is always enough sleep, but it doesn't always come in eight-hour chunks - or however long constitutes a full sleep for her; she isn't fed often enough not to be under some manner of Sustenance effect. Questions not explicitly prohibited are allowed, in the service of the Goddess; you can always at least ask what questions are allowed. When Abrogail realized that it might be only her own fear holding her back from asking, from knowing, she did ask whether she was permitted to ask: how long it had been, how much time remained, what use the Goddess intended to make of herself. And she was told, then, that those questions were indeed prohibited; but she was not punished for asking if they were askable.