[The warmth, at least, is doing her a lot of good. She doesn't really...want to let Harry keep holding her, but what else is there to do. She just clings to him, and starts talking. Her voice quivers a bit, but she manages to keep it together enough to form coherent sentences. She was NOT going to babble. Period. Not at all.]

Its...ok. T-there's a l-l-lot you don't k-know. About o-our world.

[Talking helps, so she just keeps doing it]

The-there are things. Bad t-t-things. M-m-monsters. And...worse things.