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Because we departed during the day, we were forced to set up a tent in the middle of the journey when night fell. Unfortunately, I only brought one tent for a capacity of two to three people. Even so, I feel reluctant if I have to share a tent with him.
It's not that I don't want to, but I'm just trying to appreciate her because she's a woman. She – I know her name is Helena – doesn't refuse to sleep alone; she even offers to sleep in a tent with her, with limited use of our bags.
"You can actually sleep with me in the tent. I don't mind at all," said the woman, speaking casually as she sat on the other side by the blazing fire.
"Not. You're the one sleeping inside. I'm fine," I replied.
"Are you sure?" asked Helena. I nodded as I took a sip of warm tea from the wooden cup I was holding at this time.
The gesture I gave indicated that I didn't mind it. My current journey has made me accustomed to the conditions in the outside world, one of which is like this.
