She was startled even still, having been caught in the act of weeping. Amelia wiped her face; cold by now. She looked up toward the figure that was lit only dimly by the reflection of light on the moon. "Yes... I am sorry if I gave you a startle, me being here after dark." She accepted the blanket after a moment of contemplation, pulled it around her and let the warmth of it gently cradle her. Her eyes filled with tears again.

"I'm sorry..." she whimpered and the sobs just belted out of her then. Heartwrenching ones. Oh, God, what was she going to do? The girl was clearly both heartbroken and looking like a lost lamb right about then.

Her hands moved to her face to cover it, the blanket slipped down the drab shoulders of a black dress, feeling a bit overwhelmed. she took several long, deep breaths and seemed to calm herself. Miss Mason stumbled to her feet, gave a few sniffles, and turned to gaze at the man who had come to help her. "May I go inside for a few moments so I may pray?" Her voice was higher pitched than normal. a side effect of having cried.