[That is about the moment Ren emerges from his tent to observe the scene in front of him, impassive. She is knocked out, so he has no reservations about turning to the sprawled and screaming knights and kicking them as hard as his boots will allow to force them to scurry away.

"My lord--" they sputtered, gesturing to the ear that had been bitten, unable to believe that their Commander wasn't defending them.

Ren's voice is dangerously low and furious when he replies.]

You picked a fight with the intention of breaking your vows and lost. You are fortunate I don't rip that cloak off and strangle you with it. If a protector is what you need, it will be my pleasure to dump you at the foot of the Sept when we return to King's Landing. You can beg the Seven instead.

[He stomps his foot and the two scramble back to their tents in fear, leaving only himself and Rey. He couldn't help but exhale with some annoyance. He'd given his men too much credit.

And so, with some effort, he pushes the log closer to his tent -- just enough to allow the chain to reach, but not enough to allow her more than the barest inch of entrance into his tent. If this was how things were going to be, then she should at least be able to wake him. But he also doesn't trust her, so she's not going to be able to get close enough to touch or strike him.

Maybe now that she's been hit, she'll be forced to sleep. He doesn't voice that as he steps over her body with the intention of returning to sleep.]