Hugh smiled, "Of course you can. I'll help out, if we have an extra brush around here, somewhere." He said, rummaging through a few horse packs from his saddle he had just removed from his draft horse. 

Continuing to search his saddle bags, he said "Honestly, it's just nice to be out on something of an adventure. It's not all about treasure." And Hugh meant that. He never had much money. When he had been garrisoned in towns or outposts, he did enjoy having a bed to sleep on in a barracks, but since he had more wartime experience, he was more used to tents and sleeping on the ground. 

"Anyways, the real treasure is the memories you make on the journey." He finally commented. "Aha!" Hugh said, victoriously, pulling a brush from his saddle bag and holding it up. "Now let's get to work." He said, and tossed the brush to Edwina. A simple "Catch" was his only warning.