[ He hops over the edge of the wagon and is at her side in a moment, carefully reaching out to lift the pan off the heat of the direct fire, sliding it a little further to the side. It's far from ruined, the bacon will just be a little extra crispy and he tends to prefer it that way anyway.

But hearing that note of panic in her voice and knowing she's quickly getting stressed out between handling tasks she's not used to - and also trying to babysit Claude and a baby dragon, apparently - he wraps an arm around her waist and tucks her in against his side, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. ]

It's okay. Breathe, sweetheart. It will still be delicious, you're doing just fine. And if Claude destroys the tent- [ Because he's not ruling that out yet, but also he's going to give Claude a hard time regardless ] -it's still nice enough out that we can sleep under the stars together.