Molly didn't know how to interpret Abby's move to pull her cloak around her. She hated this - that just when she felt she was finally getting to know someone, to be able to maybe be more of herself around them, she went and did something to put the other on edge. She never used to be so awkward.
And resolutely, she decided to try not to be now. "Well, they will need me in a little while. But I traded some time. Are you certain I can't get you something, if you're cold? I'm afraid I don't really know much of what to do with... well, this kind of stuff." She was less than eloquent when nervous, and she didn't want to offend Abby.
As opposed to what Abby could have rationally surmised, Molly held her state of motherhood in a kind of bewildered awe. It was an aspect of life far removed from her own, but she felt it's lack keenly.
Maybe this wasn't the best of subjects. She looked back up at the stars as a way to ease the awkwardness. Stars made Molly feel at home. "They really are lovely tonight. When I was a little girl, my father used to sing me lullabies about them." She looked back at Abby a moment to give her a smile. It was small, but this glimpse into a joyful moment was something she could share with the other woman. Maybe find some common ground.