He lunged forward and grabbed her hand just as her fingers were about to touch the cloth. He then pulled her back hard.
Luna was completely startled by his sudden move. She was thrown off balance, stumbling backward with a small and stifled cry.
"Allen! What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice startled and confused.
He didn't answer and neither did he let go of her arm. He kept pulling her and dragging her backward away from the tent. He needed to get away from it.
Now.
He hauled her twenty or maybe thirty feet back into the deep shadow of a nearby supply wagon before he softened his grip on her wrist.
Luna finally yanked her arm free. Despite her usual calm nature she seemed a little annoyed by his behaviour.
"What are you doing?!" she hissed. "Are you crazy? They'll hear us!"
Instead of replying to her directly he turned toward her and grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to look at him. His eyes were intense even in the darkness of the helmet.
