[ That earns him a cheeky grin. ] 

I don't know about that. If I need any nightgowns, I know exactly who to go and ask. 

[ She's probably worn something similar before in the past - albeit with a little more lace. It smells nice at least; she can catch the faint smell of whatever it is he wears and it's comforting in a way that she doesn't expect it to coming from a near stranger. Was she really just that homesick? Or was there something more familiar about him that she wanted to latch onto in this strange, new world that she had found herself in?

If the former were true, that wasn't fair of her to put on him.

Before curling a little tighter into a ball she scooches a little closer to him, both in a desire to seek warmth and simply to continue chasing away the loneliness that had ensnared her. ] 

I'm Hilda. And really, it's nothing.

[ Without thinking she rests her head upon his shoulder for a brief moment following his gaze back out to sea. Her eyes stay open for just a beat longer before they close, allowing the sound of the waves to wash over them along with a sense of peace that she hadn't felt since arriving. ] 

I should be the one saying thank you.