He's more grateful for the help than he lets on. Hauling what are practically logs across the ground is almost as hard as pushing stones, though he's sure it'll pay off in the end.

"What do you mean?" he says, looking up from laying down the next twig. "We're all kiarrs, if that's what you're asking. My clan are all Deserts, like me. Well, I suppose that part is obvious." It's a bit tough, trying to figure out what Jo means. Things that should be everyday knowledge suddenly aren't.