Pel takes a deep breath and tugs the blanket tight around her shoulders.

"I'll draw it in a bit." Her hands are shaking too much right now. "Tae would be grand."

The North Irish in her speech is coming out stronger than usual, a sure sign that she is shaken. She raises a hand to brush away tears that are on the verge of dripping from her eyelashes.

"Thank you." Her voice trembles at last.