Yvaine fidgets a bit with the sleeve of her borrowed gown before tilting her head up once more.

She doesn't like feeling this uncomfortable in her own skin - she isn't certain precisely what happened, but something did and it's odd.

"You can still sit, Tristran. The offer did not expire during your time away from the cabin," she says then smiles crookedly, raising an eyebrow. "You can hardly be a proper human shield from all the way over there, anyway."