Abigail spoke briefly to Hannibal, explaining the situation and giving him directions to the cabin. When she asked him to come alone he didn't demand an explanation simply agreed with a tacit promise that they would discuss it later. That was just how they worked. Hannibal gave Abigail help when she needed it but there was an undercurrent of give and take between them. In some ways that give and take was why things were easier with Hannibal than Will. Will didn't expect or want anything from her and Abigail wasn't always sure how to deal with that. Hannibal expected - what, she didn't know but something...silence, complicity, trust, answers ... something. Abigail just knew there were expectations and she did what she could to fulfill them. She felt more sure footed in the world when she knew what was expected.
"Yes, he's coming now." Abigail moved back to Heather's side. "Do you want some tea?" She saw the letter but didn't pry into it. She knew who Heather was and she knew the letter, like Jed, was one of the few remaining pieces left to her from her lost family. Abigail understood it. It's why after she'd gotten out of the hospital she'd gone back to Minnesota and gone through the old house. She'd taken her mother's sewing box and her own hunting rifle. It had belonged to her grandfather even though Abigail didn't think he'd ever hunted in her lifetime. He used to take it out sometimes and clean it. When Abigail asked about it he would shake his head and tell her it was from another life. Abigail understood the power of family and talismans. Heather's letter kept her tied to Jed who for better or worse protected her. Abigail's grandfather's gun had protected her too - but just like with Jed, there'd been a price to pay.
Abigail caught Heather's gaze downward towards the cellar. "Once Hannibal leaves I'll go down and let Jed out. He'll need to chop more wood." Which was about as useful for things around the house as Jed was going to be. He could kill zombies and anything else that crossed his path and lift heavy things but Heather would need to be off her ankle as much as possible if it was going to heal properly. The truth was Jed couldn't take care of himself much less Heather. "I'll stay until you can manage. Jed can't keep this place clean or make your meals."