The girls move along in her wake, though Sucasa keeps drifting toward the water, wanting to either dip her toes in or turn over some rocks and see what scuttles out. Wrema tugs her along, whispering, "Not now! We have to get where we're going, but maybe there will be a stream wherever we have to wait to get picked up!"

She doesn't like to assume, but it makes her feel better to talk as if their people are coming for them.

They're definitely not as good at moving quietly as Hera, but they do their best, and it's not terrible. Maybe because the Force is with them.