They've got a place to sleep. They don't even have to share with dozens of other people.

...they are sharing with each other, though.  Or more specifically:  she's sharing with a bunch of unrelated men.  She's sleepy enough she doesn't quite parse this until she's already through the door and she- stops.

Shiiiiiit shit shit she did not think this through- and now it's obvious she's freezing up about it, fuck- 

Breathe.  Focus.  She has options, what are her options.  She can go ask for a different room, assuming this fort is on the same general plan as #11 they've got some smaller ones for visitors somewhere.  That sounds paralyzingly awkward but she could ask Lloris or somebody to go ask for her, which would be merely immensely awkward.  Does she actually want to do that.  She's probably actually safer here, it's not like anyone's likely to try anything with everyone in the same room and Boring Lloris in command, and in a private room she'd just be trusting the lock on the door between her and the distinctly unfriendlier fort population.

She still doesn't seem to be moving though.  Sensible plan or not, she just- you just don't. Can she flip this around, talk her mind into thinking the room is large enough it counts as public, like sleeping on the ground at a caravan stop...

...oh duh.  Endure Elements is going to last till early afternoon, she doesn't actually need a blanket.  She unfreezes and hurriedly claims a lower bunk towards the back corner, avoiding meeting anyone's eyes, and hangs the blanket from the edge of the bunk above for a makeshift tent wall.  There.  Good enough. 

Nobody remarks on this.

Very polite of them, she appreciates her squad so much.  She'll use her coat as a blanket and try to get some sleep. 

Even the fort full of rude assholes knows that you let the wizards sleep.