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Liliana's excitement at the prospect of working to train some horses together for hunting was contagious and he felt himself picking the stray plants faster as well. If there was one thing Nayati loved, it was working to help improve the life and well-being of the tribe. He had always been driven to do all he could for his home and people. That urge was even stronger here in this smaller satellite tribe where there were fewer people to do all of the necessary work. Everyone he had met were hardworking though, and he did not worry about their ability to keep things going healthily. "Oh, that is very good! It is always good to add new blood to the stables." The Great Tribe had taken advantage of that whenever they were able. Plus starting with fresh horses for training would make the whole process easier, he assumed.
In just a few moments they would have collected all of the plants in this area and could leave to go find Dawali and give them to him. Getting things done quickly always made him feel accomplished, but it was a bit of a shame that their time together was so short. Perhaps though they could do something after they had visited the Kalona. He didn't have any specific plans for the day, and maybe Liliana was free as well. "You will learn," he said brightly, and with confidence. "You have already been learning much, from what I can see." Even if the knowledge she had gained thus far wasn't much, she clearly had the desire to learn more. Nayati had every confidence in her.
The Utina man stood back up and looked around. No more plants to be picked that he could see. "Well, shall we go looking for Dawali now?" Without waiting for a response, he hopped back up to Iye's back and looked expectantly down at the dark woman.