All right. It'll be good, I promise. ( At least she can be a bit more gentle, sometimes. ) It was rough for some of the others, back home, when we went hunting and stuff. But if Princess Fifi can handle it, I reckon you can.

( It's probably some way of putting Fi down, talking like that, but Ellie figures it's more like friendly teasing. Fi is a ballerina and a arranges flowers and could sweet talk anyone's grandmother into loving her. War still doesn't seem like the right place for her, but at least she's gotten more at home with camping.

Ellie laughs, surprised. ) Yeah, a bit.

( There's something sarcastic in that, before she revises her tone. ) My mate Corrie and I went on camp outs quite a lot. Taking the horses down the river, stuff like that. Um, last time I organised a camping trip, though, that was when the war broke out. ( She smiles, rueful, and scratches the back of her neck. ) I figured we should be safe from that happening, this time, since there's already a war going on.

( This new attempt at a smile is rather more self-mocking than she intended. ) Bloody long camping trip, though.