[Poor Daylight! With Meddy well healed, she turns him loose to instead turn to Daylight. She catches hold of the hand he isn't presently whacking himself with with both of her own and makes a tutting noise.]

I am fairly certain you will not rattle any information loose with such a gesture, Day.

[Again she concentrates on the hands settled against his own. It has the added bonus of being a soothing feeling, something Meddy can attest to now Elizabeth imagines.]

It is enough that we understand the dangers of the storm. You have done very well to find as much out.