I could get a couple big sticks if we wanted to try this out now. They're like swords, right?

[she doesn't think either of those things is going to play out, really. the skills are similar enough, but somehow she doubts her luck would be that good. and she's guessing, based on that last part, that Clover is probably not up for a bunch more physical activity anyway.]

This is why I was napping when I got here. It's a two-hour walk. Lot of time to be alone with my fuckin' thoughts. [not to mention the physical exertion. she gestures over to her makeshift bed, which is really just her "sheath" spread out on a flat part of the ground, bundled up a little up top for something akin to a pillow.] You can take that if you need to rest. I'll probably just beat a stick against a tree for a while or something.