She had at least seen Major around the village to know him, but Steve was a stranger to her. There was at least someone in this company that she trusted, a sign that she was at least safe enough to let down her guard, if only a little.

"I'm Lyanna," she glanced at the man, pausing to pick up a fallen branch. It was flimsy and damp from recent rains, but it would have to do until she could find something better. Even a minor form of protection was better than none at all.

"Do we have something to hold water in? We will need it for the journey."