He looks ridiculous, and he clearly knows it. Beth smiles a little, trying her best to hold back a laugh.

"I'm not going to dances anyway," she points out. "Not unless they hold one in the stables."

Sure, eventually this war has to end. All wars do. But she might be dead by then, or they might be able to find a way home--or a way to bring everyone else safely here. Then they can leave, or found their own village, and it won't matter if she had to pretend to be a lady for a while. The exact details are looking less and less important as they go along. This could actually work.