It should be safe to go out into the forest a little more, so we'll be able to find something better than firewood. We want branches that are about as tall we are.

[She's short, though, so that won't be hard for her. She does wish she had her own staff though, favoring the weight of metal over the lightness of wood, but when that's all they have she can't exactly afford to be picky.

She leads the way off in the direction he pointed, using the Force to keep feelers out for any enemy soldiers that might get the bright idea to try to ambush them, and once she feels like they're out of the way enough she glances back at him.]

What's your real name?