Lenore
The Khajiit heard the words of the girl with her, hearing that she was asking about her own tent. "If you wish... But Ja'Kaaava is more than happy to share. Maybe not share bedroll, but tent is for both." She figured she'd sit on top of the bed roll, allowing Clarisse to be in it if she wishes. After all, she had at least some semblence of 'I should probably not freak this girl out'... Partly for Clarisse's sake, but partly for her own; She didn't want her getting panicked in the morning.
Jason
Clarisse frowned as Kaaava explained that they wouldn't share a bedroll, partially confused as to where she'd he sleeping, and partially upset that the girl didn't want to lay next to her. Of course, that was just the Sugar talking. If she had a straight head, she'd have figured out she was sleeping on top, and she wouldn't be so interested in sleeping with her.
"Hm... Alright! Thank you for tonight, Kaaava... Really."
She had a delirious smile on her face, and looked at the woman in front of her with dilated pupils. Tomorrow, she'd be back to her regular self.
Lenore
She was... Stunned to say the least. Thank her? Sure the sugar was a pick-me-up, but it was also highly illegal. Not to mention potentially addictive. She couldn't help but smile, leaning in as she then let out a soft purr. "This one should be thanking you, Clarisse. For the trust, for the chatter, for the friendliness." Khajiit had a reputation pretty much anywhere you went. It was always nice, and it should always be cherished, when they someone gives you a chance.
Jason
Clarisse was really thanking her for giving her a job, and for giving her a good night's company. It was rare for women to really want to talk to her, and the men... The men were just gross. They treated her like an object, and she hated it. She used to command loyalty and respect, and nobody would even dare to catcall her. At least Kaaava seemed to genuinely like her.
"You've given me no reason to be unfriendly or to distrust you, Kaaava. You've truly been wonderful."