[ Gray gently, brutally, shakes her head. ]

Not really. He complains a lot and doesn't want to work. He isn't very good at taking care of himself, either.

[ He'll gather wood for the fire and other small tasks, but the food is all on Gray's dime and Eustace's hunting ability. She says all this matter-of-factly as she quietly sweeps the packed soil from the seedling's baby roots, and then it's ready to be planted whenever Liem is ready. ]

I'm a little worried about how he would fare on his own.