[At the suggestion of adding patrols and wood-gathering to the tasks he already does, Huaisang gives him a pained grimace, agonized by the thought of more tasks, more discomfort. But he tames it almost immediately, not wanting to displease his new friend.

He's surprised at himself for not pouting and wheedling, insisting that he can't do anything, begging to be spoiled. It's how he would usually deal with things. But perhaps, he thinks, the core of his nature is not actually helpless and spoiled, it's that he's a results-driven sort of lazy. Wheedling had been the most effective way to deal with Mingjue and Meng Yao, but he'd always found it worked better to be pleasantly forgettable with the children of other sects. He adapts in order to get the best result. It's interesting to him that he's adapted again, seeking another result.]

I can show you trapping. It's a patrolling sort of thing already. So as to not duplicate efforts. [So as to offload as much of Huaisang's efforts as possible onto whatever amount of effort Little is already doing.] I don't want to gather wood. I've gathered some berries and other edible plants, as I can. Gathering wood is too much. I'm already so tired, all the time.