Signy had been helping with tents around the camp as well. It turned out that she was very useful in that regard, since she had to bend over a lot less in order to be the person inside holding everything together while the stakes and ropes were tied down and secured. That work had been mostly done, now, and Signy had left her pack in her tent, before pulling out a small leather bag. It was a kit of scrap pieces of metal, wire and triggers and other small things she'd picked up in Amaranthine, when she realized that she'd probably not come across a stack of daggers to sharpen, again, any time soon. Making traps and lures and other odd, vaguely productive toys was something Signy had learned a long time ago, and it was something else to do with her hands on the road, when they camped or if they waited out any more immense rainstorms on their travels. (She was forced to wonder if that sort of thing happened often or not, and had no immediate answer.)
The fire was a natural place to choose to sit down and work—it was growing dark and the fireside was a place where she would easily be able to see what she was doing, and where she would be warm. She clutched the kit and hustled over—even though she wasn't particularly nervous, she would ever look it when crossing a wide space, open to the sky, full of taller people wholly confident in their destinations and their paths. Maybe it was her habit of taking tiny, swift steps, or looking around so wide-eyed, or maybe it was just the casual resemblance to a child or a fancy Orleasian doll. (Her garb, one of the new dresses she'd found in the Amaranthine market place, did not particularly help the image.)
The fire was not hard to find; a seat, slightly moreso, but Signy made do on the ground without much of a problem. A few paces away, one of the other Wardens, the nobleman she had traveled with since Gherlon's Pass, sat with his mabari; Signy ventured a nod and a quiet, polite "Good evening", but he seemed occupied. Even though she had traveled with all three of the new Wardens, it had been a large group and she had spent much time by herself or with Imenry. She was still not sure exactly what to make of Coan, or the other two, as comrades.