She looks at the black rope and shrugs lightly. She didn't care about privacy a lot as she wasn't used to having any. "I will." She replies and smiles a bit as he tels her to make herself feel like home. As Demetre goes outside she takes off her armor and lays it down next to her. It was mostly leather, so it didn't take much space. She's rather skinny, now that she doesn't wear her armor. Most of her weapons are still in her horse's saddle, but she does not expect them to be gone the next morning as her horse usually gets crazy when someone besides MorrÃ­ghan tried to touch him or get near him. As she thought it was rather cold in the tent she took one of the thick blankets and rolls up in it. She looked at Demetre for a while. If he was planning to kill her tonight, she'll find out next morning. For now she doesn't feel like she should worry to much about him. He seems OK.  "Morgan." She hears him whisper and then makes a joke. She chuckles and replies. "I'll try. I won't promise anything though." After a long pause she whispers, "Rest well, Damon."