Abigail didn't want to impose, she knew what it was like, being proud. It was never easy to ask for another help, to accept it. She knew well enough she was terrible at it, admitting defeat, admitting weakness. She didn't want to be that person, that person that would make concerned faces and just make you feel worse about yourself, no one wanted that. But she just, she couldn't leave it like that.
She trailed behind him, quietly, exiting as he did, but a bit behind him as to not make it seem like she was leaving to follow after him. He had been so kind to helpless old her when they first met, she supposed it was time to at least return the favor in some capacity.
When he turned his head she felt immediately awkward, knowing full well that it would now be hard for her to hide her intentions.