"Not even a little innuendo?" Sonia says with a pout, but it's in entirely good humor, because she's grinning, looking far livelier than a few minutes ago. War, she doesn't understand, and men's politics she's still learning -- but the politics of society and manipulation, those are her domain, and even a little victory is a rush. She has so few of them these days. "I should hope you're sharing your bedroll. I'm fairly certain there's an obscure law somewhere against making princesses sleep on the ground."