Sam just gazed at Dorothea when she finally opened her eyes and saw what was going on. She had a completely innocent expression on her face, not feeling the slightest bit guilty of what she had done, nor what she was planning on doing. She allowed August to stand on his own when Dorothea ordered him to get away from her, though she was ready in case he fell over. He didn't, just strode further into the tent. Sam chanced a glaace over at Dorothea and could tell she was upset and confused. Oh boy. This was going to be fun.

She turned and vacated the tent, leaving August and Alphonse in the tent. She did pause at the doorway, glancing back at August. "Hey. Behave." Her eyes were narrowed seriously at him before she turned away and went outside, passing Florian as she went.

Dorothea was waiting for her outside, gazing up at her expectantly. Sam looked down at her, her arms crossed over her chest and a calm expression on her face. Not even a flicker of guilt passed over it. After a minute of this staring contest she looked away, glancing around the camp as she spoke. "It seems that the dwarves won't be the only ones accompanying you to the capitol. I'm coming, too." It wasn't stated like a question for permission, but a fact. And she was sure Dorothea would react most unhappily at this news. ""And we can't let the Marshal go, nor can we just leave him here to die. Or to potentially get rescued. So our only option is to take him with us." Sam fixed her gray eyes on Dorothea and her eyebrows rose a bit. "Do you have a problem with that?"