Murphy stiffened just a little at her hand on his shoulder. He wasn't used to being touched by someone while praying. Even Connor tended to keep his hands to himself. It caused him to pause and have to retrace his thoughts back to where he was in his prayer. He didn't want to be rude by shaking her off. He'd just have to hope that in the future, she didn't do it again.

After they'd stood up and she was offering the knife back, Murphy kept his hands close to himself and eyed it. He didn't take just yet, instead looking up and meeting her eyes, "And if I take it back, what are you going to send the dead back to God with?"