As such he doesn't say much aside from the occasional grunt of effort required to continue to drag wood and other debris into a growing pile. He can see they're having a moment that he isn't privy too and was taught better to stick his nose into most things despite the occasional evidence of otherwise. It's only when he's sure that they're done, sneaking a glance after averting his gaze, does he speak up.
"Can any of this be repurposed, Abasi?" It seemed a shame to just burn everything but with how splintered some of these planks were, he can understand the need if sorting through it was unreasonable. He didn't know how scarce resources were despite the relatively desolate landscape. Surely Evie or Abasi would know more about that then he would.
At least, it seemed like something that adults should know, he hummed more to himself than anything as he took a moment to sit by the pile and catch his breath. Hauling wood that weighed as much as he did was tiring, who knew?
