A shiv for me a shiv for you

His attempt at lightening the mood was unsuccessful as the two of them fell into silence as they worked. Rhyme was unable to elaborate on his question and even if he had he wasn’t sure he wanted to. He didn’t look at his cousin, but he could guess at her emotions through the one worded answer she had given him. He sighed softly through his teeth clasped around the antler as he twisted the thing as Shaye sharpened.

The pair of them remained there quietly until the second to last tine was sharp, Rhyme let the thing loose from his lips as he finally looked back to Shaye, some of his hot anger had dissipated as he focused on the task at hand. Rhyme wasn’t sure where to go on, he wasn’t good at the emotional stuff. He hadn’t meant to cause the silent rift between them, though he didn’t regret not keeping secrets with her. They were on the same team if not always on the same page. He motioned back to the antlers, willing to keep talking if she wanted, but he didn’t know how to initiate more conversation.