While she was busy trying to steal his tressym's affections, Gadriel had realized (super genius IQ) that this tent was...like many things, not built for people of his size.

"Elion. Be strong like your namesake. Weather is not your nemesis."

There was one way to remedy it, so while she was petting Elion, Gadriel began taking off his armor. It could stay outside. In fact, it would probably end up getting a good cleaning, and the parts were heavy enough that they would not go anywhere.