[The nearest private place they can find is their own tent, naturally, which fortunately has a little open space between their cots. For good measure, though, Nathaniel drags his own cot outside as soon as they're there, then flings the blankets on the floor of the tent, kneeling to straighten them out enough to be serviceable. Then he stands, looking at Anders, drinking him in, one hand half-reaching for him as if suddenly afraid he's dreaming.]
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