A way to keep him in the tree. Cross stared at her, not showing a great deal of reaction, but then he usually didn't to most things. At any rate, he was not one to ask unnecessary questions, figuring that the needed blanks would get filled in through time and diligent observation. He brushed his hands off on his pants and exhaled, his expression that of a man taking up a heavy burden. Then he asked, "What needs to be done?" She'd spoken of other people, so that had to mean there was a camp in the process of being set up. He could handle that sort of endeavor: physical labor with the mind turned off. Repetitive and useful tasks.