Careful!” I said. "Don’t twist like that, or your dressing will come off! What are you trying to do?"

"Get my plaid loose to cover you", he replied. "You’re shivering. But I canna do it one-handed. Can ye reach the clasp of my brooch for me?" With a good deal of tugging and awkward shifting, we got the plaid loosened. With a surprisingly dexterous swirl, he twirled the cloth out and let it settle, shawllike, around his shoulders. He then put the ends over my shoulders and tucked them neatly under the saddle edge, so that we were both warmly wrapped. "There!" he said. “We dinna want ye to freeze before we get there.”

"Thank you" I said, grateful for the shelter. 

(Source: matafari, via fuckyeaoutlander)