He wasn't paying attention to the tent. He was too in his head, thinking over what they had come in here to do. Part of him was backpedaling, wondering if what they were doing was a good idea. He couldn't think up one reason they shouldn't do this, not a single one. With monsters knocking down their doors so often, why give up a chance for something good? Could or would anyone blame them? Maybe they would, maybe they wouldn't. Maybe they wouldn't have time to get blamed. Tomorrow either or both of them could be gone for good. Too much thinking.

He focused on her instead. She'd said something, he'd realize and registered that it was about sitting. He sat down, crossing his legs and trying not to let out a groan as his back protested.

"It's not that bad. Surprisingly nice considering the circumstances."