"Rena. That's pretty- and it's nice to meet you." Even if she was incredibly nervous to be here, Abby had to admit that it was nice to meet somebody and behave normally around them. To not have to think only of what they wanted from her. "I'm Abigail." And that was perhaps the most she'd tell her of herself. Perhaps.
Did she need anything? Oh, there was so much that she needed, but nothing that this woman could help her with. If only she had the courage, the strength to-
Oh, but she was getting lost in her thoughts again. Abby offered a faint smile and adjusted her cloak over her shoulders once more. "I think I'm alright. I just- I'm a bit clumsy, you see, and I tripped on the stones."