[Merlin loiters, looking at the tools scattered around just in case he's asked to grab another one. He'll do what he can. In the meantime he offers up a hum of agreement; people here are extraordinary, there's no doubting that. Up on the station he'd been more than a little overwhelmed by how incomprehensible- and shiny- everything was.

He's just more comfortable in a field that was on fire all afternoon. It's something.]

I know what you mean. I've been running to fetch firewood for two hours, and I hate fetching firewood— [This he says as he shuffles back a few steps to make sure he's getting the look of this tent at the best angle.] It looks quite nice from here.