"Want to help?" Ryan asked, adjusting his load.

"Sure, but first I'll like to grab something to eat," I said, slapping my stomach. "Know how to get to the kitchen from here?"

He smiled. "I'm as knowledgeable as you about the layout of this place. But come with me. Isabel has a table with snacks out."

I smiled. "Alright." I held out my arms. "Here, give me some of that timber. Looks like you could use the reduced weight."

"Oh, thanks." He grabbed a single block with one hand and handed it to me, but that alone almost made me lose my balance.

Ryan pressed his lips together as I stumbled. He clearly was trying not to laugh. "Try not to hurt yourself, dude."

"You really should've said that before," I said, adjusting the weight. I smiled and patted the lumber. "There, think I can carry it now!"

He raised a single eyebrow skeptically. "You sure?"

I nodded. "Yeah. This is about as heavy as the trees that we cut down to make our huts back on in the wolves' place."

"Alright, but if you need help, tell me. Okay?"

I scoffed. "Don't worry, I will." I'm not Olivia.