He would disapprove of a great many things and people related to Melinoë and the Crossroads. Luckily, she did not think Dora, of all of them, might arrive.

Then again... her brother and Nyx were here. So who could be so certain?

She continued lavishing attention upon the Tressym, fingers scratching along his belly and under his chin while she spoke with Gadriel. "I appreciate it. I am very particular, and I know this is a simple camp in the woods, but it is my home for the time and I would like to keep it in order." A beat. "I hope your camp holds."