"In that case I have had all that I need. There are few of us and still many of the creatures."

It's maybe not strictly true, not with the way she can feel those first gnawing trickles of exhaustion weighing in a little more persistently than before. Even the stump of her arm is aching; that faint, phantom sensation of pain stretching down all the way to fingers that aren't there.

But it's a feeling. A response she can turn off until the danger to all of them has passed. She draws a little on the Force to ease the sensation and then takes a breath.

"I would be best used to replace those on the field who must rest."