Given how they had shared a bath not too long ago, Melinoë didn't seem to mind either way. If he was more comfortable without the armor (and who wouldn't be, given the size of her tent), she would not complain for it.

She shifted back into position, blanket over them both, cat in her lap, body leaned into his side while the storm thundered through the camp, the creaking of tree branches only causing minute worry for now.

"I would not mind the company." She replied. "My tent back at the Crossroads was often haunted by a shade named Dora. You have yet to disrupt my space as she had."