Cammie does an honest to god doubletake between the floor and the bundle of tent now across his shoulders. Wow. Yeah, okay, that sure covers that part of the problem.

"Right, yeah, you stay— doing that, mister human support column, and I'll duck in, lead 'em out. Just don't you go and drop it on my head, aye?"

She absolutely does not think he's going to drop it on her head, like, at all, but what is she if she's not being a little cheeky?

She flattens her ears against her head, because he may have it held up above her height but material sags and droops and she'd rather not get them caught, and ducks through the exit he's made.