"Thank you," Rena replied, knowing as well as Molly did that at this hour in particular with the nights getting cooler every day. She offered Molly a smile as she took a seat opposite her at the table, close enough to enable comfortable conversation but not so close as she would be encroaching on her space.
At least Molly's message was no big secret, at least not obviously; she seemed to have no problem describing what it was that she was doing. It made Rena feel bad that she was struggling to write a sincere letter to her father when she herself wasted the paper and ink to write letters to feed to the fire.
"Do you need help?" she finally asked, shoving aside her reservations. It would be selfish to guard her skills, she decided. "I have some skill with writing." It sounded more hesitant than she would have liked but there was nothing to be done about that; if Molly wanted her help she would give it.