"'Careful!' I said. 'Don't twist like that, or your dressing will come off! What are you trying to do?' 'Get my plaid loose to cover you,' he replied. 'You're shivering. But I canna do it one-handed. Can ye reach the clasp of my brooch for me?' With a good deal of tugging and awkward shifting, we got the plaid loosened. With a surprisingly dexterous swirl, he twirled the cloth out and let it settle, shawllike, around his shoulders.