Billy had been working the flint with his knife for a good while, and finally got a spark. Quickly putting down the utensils, he leaned forward to gently blow on the tiny flame helping it grow to a decent size. Sitting back, he brushed the dirt from his hands and glanced back at Elizabeth once she began to speak. Without uttering a word, he cracked a half smile and nodded, picking up a stick from the leftover fire wood in one hand, and his knife in the other. Wiping some sweat from his brow, he began boredly carving the end into a point.
