Abigail let herself give a sigh of relief. It's not the best circumstance for all of it, no. However, it's something. It leaves them with fewer outright enemies, even if everyone will know this truce is precarious at best. Still, it was something.

"You'll have it."

Couched in political terms, carefully written. But she has a week to do it. To make sure she's not admitting more than she has to for this to be done.