[ She huffs out a breath that could be a laugh or a sigh, it isn't entirely clear. ]
Astute, Mr Foster.
[ Eventually, she lands on a suitable branch and hefts it in her palm, eyeing the length of it compared to her own height. It will do as a staff; she's worked with better, but this is preferable to nothing at all. She does miss her Walther, though, and wonders why she can't conjure one up in here. She slows enough for him to come up at her side and she glances at him as they walk. ]
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Astute, Mr Foster.
[ Eventually, she lands on a suitable branch and hefts it in her palm, eyeing the length of it compared to her own height. It will do as a staff; she's worked with better, but this is preferable to nothing at all. She does miss her Walther, though, and wonders why she can't conjure one up in here. She slows enough for him to come up at her side and she glances at him as they walk. ]
You have experience with this.
[ She can tell. ]