"I- I can manage, thank you." Abby looked down to the tray in her hands and adjusted her grasp, holding it as steady as she could. "I- I'm sorry. For- for everything."
She didn't know what else to say, and she cast one more look at the table to make sure that she had collected her own things before she turned, her cheeks flushing as she turned back toward the kitchens; she'd pick up her things and then maybe- maybe she'd go for a nap.