We need dried wood to sustain a fire. [ She supposes there is some around, left over from what was destroyed. Though she's not sure if it'll burn or not. ]

Sure, thing. I'll turn this other branch into a spit for the fish to go on. [ She makes a couple of notches in it before snapping it over her knee. Once done, she settles on a rock and begins carving the ends to a point. It'll take her a little bit before, her daggers aren't exactly made for whittling wood but they do the trick. ]