She grins a little, but takes the blanket, obedient as ever, and spreads it on the ground, moving to sit on it. It's not clean, but it's warm and dry from being carried in Wysteria's pack for so long. Combined with the warmth and pine-y smell of the little spot, it makes it almost nice here.

She looks at Wysteria for a moment. "I can shift before you sleep. I'll be warmer to sleep against," she clarifies, but she knows that the smell can be a little overpowering. "And I'll go make a perimeter."