Setzer, Edgar and Locke had all been given one large tent to share, yet none of the men had actually stopped within it yet. Setzer exchanged a few words with Edgar, saying that they needed to talk about this whole situation-- later, not right now. He said nothing to him regarding the soldier who was supposedly his, because his reasons were not ones he could reveal to the general. The freedom he presented now and then to Terra was a secret that had to be kept from everyone, and to explain what had happened without that detail would be difficult. Not to mention, he wanted to speak with the girl herself first.
When he had approached the one they had given to her, the guards had barred him initially. "I only want to see how she's doing," Setzer explained, before he opened his arms out to them in a gesture to show that he was harmless-- even that, though, had them ready their stances a little firmer. Assessing that, which he also found laughable, he reapproached his own position. "The only reason we didn't do away with you on the spot was because he used to be one of ours. If you think you have the upper hand here, I'll remember that..."
Both wavered, before they decided there most likely wasn't any serious harm in it, more harm if they didn't let him by. He smiled when they stepped aside to let him, and with another glance that acted as silent instruction, left to go sit by the dwindling fire for awhile. They wanted to obey the orders Leo had given them, but the rest of them didn't feel quite as protective of the girl as the ex-general did. Now they had three more imperials at their camp, and if it weren't so late and many were already asleep, there would of been a great disquiet.
When he first entered her tent, he didn't say anything to Terra, too many places to start. For someone who was typically quite open in their times together, his silence was telling. He paused near here, and only when she spoke up did he give her his direct attention. "Was that him?" he replied to her apology, seeing no reason to not be absolutely blunt, "Just a soldier?" Anger passed over his expression, but he knew that it wasn't even her fault, that man had come to her-- not the other way around. Then there must of been another reason for that feeling, and he paused as he placed it's reason. He remembered how she had looked to nameless man when he had called out to her, and he wondered if that was only surprise, or... "That 'thief'," he tested, remembering what she had said before, "Do you care what happens to him?"