She doesn't find herself alone by the fire for long. While some of the others have chosen to keep to themselves— Shadowheart in her distant corner of the camp, Lae'zel clear across it and sharpening the edges of her blade as she anxiously watches the others, Astarion helping himself to one of the bottles of wine they had uncovered earlier that day— Gale approaches the fire that's been lit with a full sack in one hand and a questionable-looking pot in the other, salvaged from the temple they had rummaged their way through earlier on.

He casts a glance in Dorothea's direction before he drops the bag beside one of the logs that had been set near the fire to serve as a seat, offering her a wry and weary but hopeful smile.

"Do you mind if I join you? I thought I might make us something to eat. I think I can put something halfway decent together with some of what we found in our travels."