Paul did not know how to exist among the sand. This was blatant to the Fremen who kindly took in him and his mother. Despite his determination and open mindedness, he fell short of their expectations. Arrakis would surely consume him before he could learn to flow like life here seemed to.

Knowing this, Stilgar assigned him a mentor. Though it was more clearly a babysitter. Paul wasn’t too upset, he was in no position to complain about someone teaching him the ropes one on one.

“Uh… like this?” He asked, stepping back to show off his shitty job at replacing a filter.