At the tentative invitation, Rena stepped a bit closer to Molly, not so that she could read what she was writing but so as not to seem rude, talking at such a distance. At Molly's question she shook her head, smiling slightly. "No," she replied simply, indicating with her free hand that Molly was free to stay where she was. "I merely was looking for a quiet place to have a cup of tea before going home for the evening."
Rena would have to acknowledge what Molly was doing in order to help her, she knew, but she was having a harder time with that then she wanted to admit. In a way, she was so used to writing in secret, to hiding that piece of herself, that she felt almost instinctively reluctant.
"What is that you're writing?" she finally managed to ask, forcing herself past her reservations in the interest of helping Molly, hoping that in doing so she didn't upset the other woman.