She nods, still blushing and more flustered than she is wont to be. "Need you aught?" she asks, a little hurriedly. "Water, or a seat, or--"

She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to calm. "...I ask your pardon. We have little hospitality to offer, but what the camp has is yours if you have need."

There are additional seats at the table where she works, for there are often small meeting held in her tent, which is the largest they have.