"It's soft and warm and comfortable, all around her. Aoife doesn't want it, who would feel so comfortable so fast at a stranger's place.

"Something with herbs, please. Nothing black, I'm a weak tea drinker. Thank you."

"Can I .." She gestures at the table. "Sit down, with my wet clothing, do you mind? Well, wet-like, I think you're poking enough heat in there to have me air dried in less than thirty minutes. Thank you, I always like it well-toasty."