One never needed to look far from Aeolyn to find Alderic, ever since the apostate joined the Wardens' travelling party at Lothering. He was unfailingly quiet, unobtrusive, polite... but there, an armored sentinel with an eternal, vaguely concerned expression, like someone with important news who didn't want to interrupt an ongoing conversation. It wasn't a matter of mistrust nearly so much as it was of duty- whatever the personal arrangement between the Templar and the mage, it was now every bit much his duty to protect the woman as it was to protect those around her from her.
The light rasp of his armor heralded his approach as Alderic stepped around the Antivan's parked cart with a pack slung over his shoulder, surreptitiously scanning the campsite. He frowned just faintly, apparently not satisfied somehow, but the expression drifted away as his dark eyes fixed on Aeolyn finishing setting out her bedroll. He approached tentatively, slinging the pack on his shoulder over the flanges of his paulders to tuck it instead under his arm- one of the tent kits, canvas wrapped around unwieldy poles and pegs.
"I know we're a little short on tents now, but have you reconsidered sharing with miss Lucressia? I don't believe she would mind, and I expect you'd be a lot more comfortable with a little bit of canvas between you and the dew," he suggested, both trying to be helpful and make conversation with a woman he could sense still regarded him with a certain amount of suspicion. He did his best to keep his thought from lingering on the reason for the vacancy in the Antivan's tent, Enchanter Thais' disappearance still a painful point of failure for the Templar.
Of the brewing confrontation in the wilds, he yet had no notion.
"If you like, I would even loan you this one. I- er, share it with Constans, but he wouldn't mind." Wouldn't mind indeed. Alderic glanced side to side furtively, to be certain neither of the elder Ledaals had heard that particular mental stumble.