Vasha crawls in on one side, and motions for Puddles to do the same, who craws in on the edge. She motions for Betram to follow inside once they're in. "Should be enough room." She smiles.
As Bertram crawls in, Vasha notes the extent of his discomfort in the heat. "Here, let me help you," she says. "You don't look too comfortable." . She hangs a very thin cloth prevent most of the sand from blowing in while still allowing air to go through, and then makes a quick jesture
. She sets a cool breeze flowing throught he tent, and then dries off him and his clothing.
"The cool breeze won't last forever, but it should help you get comfortable for a bit," She says, smilng. "If it gets realy uncomfortable for you though, you might want to take some of those clothes off. Even a warm breeze can feel refreshing when it's on you bare skin. If it gets too much warmer, I might have to myself."
Without missing a beat, she digs out a waterskin "Water?" she offers, before taking some herself, and then cupping her hand and letting Puddles drink some from it. She cools it just a bit so it's refreshing, but not cold.
