"It's not ..." Jaime decided to give up on explaining why living in their little tree-shanty wasn't going to work. Spells aside, the damn though would be leaking rain all the time. It was just ... a hiding place in plain sight. "Right. Are you any good at being a guard dog? You could make sure they don't sneak in."
She grinned over to Vance, who apparently had the idea of it. "Right. Just ... occasionally."
Jaime looked at the line-up of trees, looked at theirs, then studied the curve of the structure before deciding on a likely place for the tree. "There," she said, holding the tree under one arm as she pointed Vance toward a spot of similarly sized trees.