Tilting her head to look at him, she senses the pride he has in his own saber, the one he made. She suspects it's because of the uniqueness; Ben Solo could have been one of many but Kylo Ren stands out on his own. No one controls him, especially now.

"Did you choose it cracked or did--" She shakes her head. "It doesn't matter." A smile flits across her face. "Should we fight with sticks, then?"