Maggie gave him a look, like he was crazy. Tents were for wimps. And she was not a wimp. She grinned at him. "Nope, I don't need that, you should know better than that" she snickered at him as she pulled the blankets out of her bag. She'd wrapped them around the bottles.
"Not that we're really going to need them. Isn't child here. But I think we'll be good" a fire would keep them nice and warm.
Maggie smiled at him as she started collecting wood too. She worked just as hard as he did, she refused to let this place soften her. She just refused. She liked who she'd become back home.
No point in going back to her old self.why bother?