ten feet under and upside down

Absently, Charon watched how Saskia hid the throw-up, piling sand over it. She'd better not keel over and die from starvation later tonight, he thought bitterly to himself, after taking his offer for some food in her stomach for granted and throwing it all up again. He knew eating throw-up wasn't a great prospect to most, but if it would keep you alive, you'd better just do it. He wasn't going to force her, though. It was her choice.

Charon didn't like how Saskia all went and blamed him for his mother's dead, sort of, by saying that he was the bear's target. The strange thing was that Charon hadn't even been there so he knew it wasn't true, and yet he felt personally offended by Saskia's suggestions. He didn't say anything about it directly, though. "She was," he just said. Then he lay down on the ground as he watched the rain patter down, feeling bitter all of a sudden. "I'm going to try and get some sleep." Charon turned away from Saskia with his head, and he stared at the rain for a while longer, until his eyelids eventually fell shut and he drifted off to sleep.