It's companionable, working quietly together. Richard isn't practiced, the way Ellis' father and neighbors had been once, but he's focused. And he's a good sport, as Ellis is aware this is probably not how Richard would choose to spend an afternoon.

And the final result is neatly assembled, sturdy. After a coat of paint, it'll be a fine home for whatever chickens he can scrounge up.

"Thank you," he says, as he watches Richard line up the ramp. "Next time I have to carry luggage into the guest rooms at the Gallows I know who I can ask."

Big news for Richard, now considered reliable.