Sam eyed her "bed roll" before looking at Raquelle and matching her sweet smile, though there was contempt in her gaze. "Your Highness is too good and kind," she said, biting back the sarcasm at the last moment. But she didn't think Raquelle cared much anyway since she immediately wished her good night and blew out the candle before settling down onto her mattress and blankets. Sam made a face as she considered the girl and noted that she was still in her fine dress. But she decided not to say anything about it.

She knelt down on the blanket she had been given ad set Dorothea back down on the floor. The princess stated her distaste for being carried and Sam felt herself smile just a little. "You have to keep up one way or another," she replied in barely a whisper. There was no way that Raquelle could have fallen asleep that fast. She rubbed the blanket between her fingers as Dorothea spoke and stated her intention to sleep elsewhere. She nodded in understanding and cast a glance over her shoulder to where Raquelle was lying on the other end of the tent before looking back at Dorothea. "Just be careful," she said quietly and gave her another smile.

When Dorothea left the tent Sam tried to make herself as comfortable as possible. It was a struggle. The ground was hard and the night was cold, which the blanket did little to protect her from. Sam looked over at Raquelle with an annoyed expression but did not say anything. She wouldn't give the other princess the satisfaction of her complaints. So Sam bundled up as much as she could under the blanket, rested her head on her arm, and closed her eyes despite the fact that she doubted she would fall asleep anytime soon. It was going to be a long night.