"It can't be that much longer until spring. A few more weeks, maybe. Do you think you'll take her, then?"

...And how far would she go? There's admiration for the work he's put in, but thinking about him leaving, there's fear too. How long would he be gone? She won't voice it, though, because even more than wanting him for herself, she wants him to be happy. If that means sailing, then she wants it, too.

She lets him put the blanket around her, holding it loosely in place as she leans towards him, just slightly. Enough that shoulders and elbows brush.