Chasm had taken to walking along the waterways in her spare time, watching the barges and trying to count how many stones she stepped on without watching her feet. It was cooler here, outside and away from the fires of the forge, and her cousin couldn't yell at her for standing in the wrong place or messing up his work (which hadn't been her fault) if she wasn't within earshot.
He could still yell at her for being absent, but usually he was to busy to notice.