[ He tilts his head into it, doglike. Or catlike. Or the cross between the two: foxlike. ]

Only for the chance to share your tent. Otherwise I would be in Gworn with the nubile bird-women. Not everyone is like you.

And they are here. Fighting. And I'm not— [ a yawn, finally, after all this time ] —I'm not saying they are being the most reasonable people in the world, or that I think you should give them everything they ask for. I just think I understand why they are so unhappy.