The sounds of wetstone on blade rang rhythmically in the small work area the two of them had made. Asmusei was sharpening a blade that they had forged from metal found in the last run to the inner city ruins. His strokes were sure and strong, the rhythm was soothing to Tinker as she sorted out rusty unuseable metal from the clean. There were no words, but the feeling of companionship and love both for each other and the projects they worked on was strong. Over the year the two of them worked together, Tinker knew that she had found a home. A place to forget the painful past and start on a bright and shiny future. Her life would become a new blade, reforged from the dark and twisted metal of her past, strengthened by the steel of Asmusei's own hard life and threw fire and flame they had become inseparable and deadly together.