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As per usual, uncle Mordecai seemed almost stoic in regards to the events that happened. Charon wasn't quite sure what to make of it, but he didn't push it too much. He didn't often know what to make of his uncle, who wasn't as expressive and straight-forward as Charon himself was. Mordecai asked if Charon wanted his wounds tended, but Charon shook his head.

"I don't have time for that, unless it's like, right next door," Charon said. "I gotta get home to tell them the news." And anyway, Thistle was a healer too, so he could always have her take another look at it once he got home, in case it'd go bad. The wounds looked decent enough though, for as far as Charon could tell; at least they'd been cleaned.