His men are incredibly efficient and in just a few minutes, she finds herself settling into a luxurious pile of banth fur with a long sigh.

"You are too kind, my friend." Her fingers feather through the soft fringe and the scent of the campfire draws an old memory to the surface. A memory of spending nights like this, under the stars. "I have missed this. More than I imagined."

Someone brings her a goblet and fills it with something that is not the wine she brought. She grins, shakes her head. "I see not much has changed."