"Don't you want us to carry anything?" Wrema asks. They should pull their own weight. It's important, and maybe it will be the difference between success and failure.

"Will we run out of water?" Sucasa cuts in, wringing her hands in apparent distress. She doesn't really know much about on-planet travel, or the dangers of the wilderness, but she's heard stories that lack of water means people die.

She doesn't want to die.