Duke paused to grab the blanket off the bed, because while it wasn't Maine-cold out, it wasn't exactly warm, either. He ushered her carefully out to the open deck, shooing porgs aside with his foot to help keep her from tripping.

He wanted nothing more than to wrap her up tight in that blanket and hang on until she stopped shaking, but he didn't want to spook her more. He wasn't really sure she'd get his meaning if he just offered it to her, not in the state she was in, so he moved as slowly and gently as possible to drape it over her shoulders.

The whole time, he kept up a litany of simple, soothing words, in English, Trig, and even some random French and Russian when they were what popped into his head. He wasn't so much worried about the meaning as just letting her hear his voice, low and slow and easy.