[ And Celandine will have found Childermass occasionally reaching down to brush the top of her head with a fingertip before she dashes off again. Not every time she darts close, only here and there, when his hands aren't busy. ]

Hm. Still A bit pointless after the fact, if you ask me. [ Picking the scab off the conversation, so to speak, he's not really sure it'll do any good. ] And this thing...

[ He's turning his attention back to the tent itself, trying to force the last of the poles into place. Currently, it looks like it'll stand, but it's definitely a little misshapen. ]

I think it needs stakes to hold it down. Do you see any around?