He closed his eyes with that small permissive statement; he still struggled to reconcile anything akin to an emotion. Especially when the two sides of him fought so desperately against each other.

"I—" His expression twisted, because he didn't really have much of a camp right now. The space he used prior to the encounter with Beck had been abandoned; others knew of it, and he was ordered to lay low. Presently he'd been sleeping wherever he could, pushing himself until he fell over from exhaustion. "I don't have a camp."