[Gobbet flinches as she realizes he's about to cry. There's that sinking feeling one gets when they realize they're about to see someone at their most vulnerable. It is both a burden and a privilege in her world.]

Look, my shack is over there. [She indicates a largely un-repaired shack with a hammock (lined with fresh snow) out front across the islet.] Come inside, have a hot drink, and tell me what "it" is. I'm getting closer to understanding, I think. And when I do, we're going to figure out what to do about this whole clusterfuck.