Someone who knew Kratos well would recognise the faint head-tip as a vague sort of amusement. It didn't show on his face, however, so possibly it only looked like confusion. "Neither do you."

In this sort of society, people who move toward manual labour usually already know how to lift a beam without falling over. "Let me." Kratos reached out to take the weight of the whole beam, intending to take it from her unless she resisted the help that far. "Where is this going?"

It was a fairly solid piece of timber. Maybe they were reusing it.