Rena could only nod at Abby's thanks, momentarily unable to find the voice to speak, which was a rare enough occurrence with the lady-turned-barmaid. Her lips turned into a faint sort of smile.
"I'll be here," she offered quietly, though resolutely. After all, where else would she be? "It was nice to meet you, too, Abigail. Good luck to you." Rena kept her words simple and to the point, hoping that Abby could tell she bore her no ill will despite whatever history she had.