"Thank you," she says, accepting the cup graciously. It's hard not to just leech the heat right out of it, but she takes a sip and lets it warm her from the inside, which should, in theory, be better for her than just soaking it all up before she gets a chance to drink it. Hesitantly, she moves towards the fire, hoping that it's alright for her to sit near it, and that she won't ruin it. But even the ambient heat feels good, like something she can just take in slowly, even if it still doesn't feel like it's quite enough. "This is ... nice," she says. "Better than I thought it would be. No offense."