He looks past her for a moment, as if there might be something in the tent that's more the Wardens' than hers. But Hercules was either more careful than that or he wasn't. There's no helping it now either way.

"I didn't mean you weren't capable of folding shirts," he says after that glance. Despite the circumstances one eyebrow and one corner of his mouth do a thing, in concert with a slight turn of his head--a flicker of skeptical amusement. There and gone. "You'll let us know if you need help carrying anything, at least."