Once the tent was one piece, Vega set about setting it up. It would give them a lot more room and she smiled to herself as she considered that it was probably a little ironic, all told. She would sleep in it tonight and, so it seemed likely, she'd do so alone. But that was alright, because she had ideas. Setting up the tent, the trick to it was that it was secure and not just well balanced. Balance was important, but it had to be sturdy, it had to withstand the wind and be able to stand against the weight of the snow that would land on it. Were they mad, she wondered? Here in the extreme edge of the world, where the snow flurried and drifted taller than her in Vhalar, they slept in the wilderness.
Maybe they were, Vega thought with a grin. She'd have it no other way. Maybe one trial they'd stay in an Inn or live in a house, but that seemed like a dozen lifetimes away to the young woman right now.
Shaking herself out of her reverie, she considered. Having set up the tent, sheltered and not likely to get caught in a wind tunnel, she first erected the tent and then went around and checked it. By doing that, she was able to make the small adjustments which meant that she maximised their space and kept the wind and rain and snow out. Once she was absolutely sure that this was in the best place, she secured it in place much more carefully. Using the mallet, she drove the pegs into the ground and Vega frowned in concentration. It required all her strength to do that well, making sure that she drove the pegs into the ground the best way possible. It was good for her to concentrate her strength in that way, ensuring that she focused. So often, strength was about 'big' movements, but in this, it was small ones.
Once the tent was up, she could set it up. They had the packets of the warm orange sand and she put those around the edges, then she turned her attention to the tarpaulin. Like the trial before, it would have been a lot easier if she'd been able to call on him for help but, unlike the trial before, Arlo wasn't here to help. So, Vega scrambled around, climbed where she needed to and attached the tarpaulin over the tent. Testing it was important and she did that, then adjusted it.
Eventually, after pinning the tarp down with stones and then testing and re-testing it, she was content and so she attached that firmly too. That should keep them warm, she determined. Then, it was just a case of putting all their things, which she had taken out, back into the tent and making sure that everything was where they were used to it. That was going to take some time, she knew, so she repeated the whole thing with the pot, swilling it with warm water, then coating and warming for a full break. Which, as it turned out was about the length of time it took her to put everything where it should be.
If he wasn't back tomorrow, she determined, as she put the pot away, she'd do the same thing again and at least he'd know that she'd been thinking about him and she wouldn't have to tell him. He wouldn't notice, but that was fine. On some level, it mattered and that she was happy with.