Beleth shrugs at Pel's tone. Well, whatever. Pel didn't look like she was about to keel over, so it was probably fine. "Yes, of course." she replied as she ducked into the tent. The tent had at one point suited two comfortably, but Beleth had certainly made use of the extra space. Gifts from Sorrel (mostly little trinkets made from whatever he could gather in the woods) and others were spread around, pictures he'd drawn hung on the wall of the tent with pins.

It's a clear effort to make sure that some of her home stays with her, even here. She settles down on her pile of blankets, turning to Pel. "Is everything okay?"