The Sentinels You say...

She was likely right - arguing over a sleeping spot wasn't really in his priorities.  "I'm sure we'll get to try out some arguing some day.  It seems to happen eventually." He wasn't upset by that prospect... in fact, depending on the subject and situation, he thought it might be fun to see her get so passionate about something as to argue.  And he never minded a good debate himself.

"So I'll judge the look and you judge the feel.  Together we should have it covered."  He started their way away from the cliffs and towards the shelter of the forest, knowing the only suitable places with shelter would be beneath the boughs.  Spending the winter in the open was hardly ideal when alternatives were available, though mild nights it might be nice to sleep under the stars.  Their first meeting had been on such a night, he remembered.  That conversation... He'd wondered at the time jokingly if perhaps bad faeries had been the ones to keep him awake that night.  Turned out he was wrong - it was the good variety all along.  "alright, what's your preference - den, thicket, or hollow?"