Aran, shaken but unscathed, helped as he could in scavenging from the crash. He helped pick out of the wreckage (and, in the case of an emergency storage locker, jimmy open to retrieve) water, food, an improvised travois for the three Padawans to trade off while carrying the wounded Ithorian, and other sundries. Ythoknis, at least, seemed to be in little pain, meaning that they could move as brisk a pace as they could manage without worrying about jostling him.
A burst fuel line meant that the choice of whether or not to take time to bury the dead was a burden taken from them, as was the option to linger too long at the crash site. As they walked away over the dunes, a plume of oily black smoke rose from their point of origin. When it was not his turn to pull their charge, Aran saw to both their footprints and the long furrow the travois left. He stripped to the waist under his thermal cloak and used his robes, with some heavy pieces of metal from the wreckage, as a weighted broom to try and level the sand behind them, which he alternated with ranging to the left and right of their path leaving false trails. With luck, they would move from the eponymous black sand on to a badland soon, whose rocky ground would hold prints less well.
Whenever Aran was nearby sweeping tracks, or it was his turn to pull, he spared what breath he could to keep a conversation going between their charge and the others to keep his and everyone's spirits up -- genuine interest combined with worry about his health. Aran asked about his life, his business, the mission he had just gone on; his fellow Padawans of their life in or before the Order, their Masters, their training.
Cover tracks 1 (sullduggery):
2eP+2eA+1eS+1eC+1eD 3 successes, 1 advantage






Can I use the advantage for some sort of insight about him?