Ruli watched her talk, listening to her plan out their strategy in a way that reminded him very much of the old Zeke. Planning out the day, preparing for fatigue, strategizing the best use of their efforts and what to grab and when. Something told Ruli that, in another life, she and Zeke would have been fast friends. 

As she continued and mentioned the farmland outside of Ziad, he looked away from her. Envy, too, looked sad for a moment before he grinned. "You are not mistaken." He said gently. 
"It is in the works. Little Ziad is clearing a bit of ground, but the issue has been getting seeds or keeping them from dying. Years of desert life has confused us on how to make plants grow in shade. We have a small supply of root vegetables, but not much more." He turned toward Ruli, who nodded, still not looking back toward Kire.
"I'll add 'seeds' to the list." He promised, and Envy looked back toward Kire, satisfied. 
"Surprisingly, its been Bolym who has been most helpful with the garden." The Kartaian explained. "But he is uncomfortable near the tent city. And they're uncomfortable with him." The elf clicked his tongue.

"We've alot to do, and a long way to go." He acknowledged. "But, you're help is making it infinitely easier."