Tilda bit her lip as she contemplated his answer. There truly was no real guarantee that anyone at the resort would be alright after this. But she had to have faith that her family had their wits about them and would survive this; that she would end up seeing them after the storm ended. She swallowed, hoping to quell the uncomfortable turn in her stomach. Her eyes caught the bottle of wine that he took a swig of and followed suit, putting her lips to the rim of the bottle and tilting it to take a hearty swig.

There was a good chance he was only trying to distract her from thinking about what was currently befalling her family at that moment, but she smiled gratefully at him, curling the blanket tighter around her as she settled on the floor. There was no stopping the shiver that worked its way up her back and she shook herself. Merlin, even a blanket and fire couldn't ward off some of the chills that the cold air of the cabin brought.

"Well," She said, a smile working its way to her lips as she thought of her family. "I live with them in the Hebrides. Da still works with Dragons, and Ma patches him up when she needs to. You know Quill well enough - or at least enough of what he wants you to know." Tilda smiled, wondering how much she should disclose about her brothers. Neither of them would be very pleased with their situation, she realized, and her eyes flickered back over to Eugene as she pressed her lips together in an attempt to hide her burgeoning amusement.

As the fire heated up the blanket, Tilda wiggled her shoulders to edge it down to allow the heat to escape. "Lach is..." Lach seemed to have gone through a troubling time after his bludger had nearly killed her and then killed that other woman. He'd seemed a bit of a lost soul since then, though she knew when it came to the rumors of Miss Binns and him that she had nearly bitten his head off. "Well, I'm sure he's doing alright." She said quietly.

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