Ouroboros Spine Black as Soot, Cold as Ice

Potema splashed in the shallows, looking out from the shore to the island, gauging it's distance. It looked reasonably far; she could travel there with a bit of an effort, but she worried for Charon. He was still healing. Such rigorous exercise might be dangerous for him.

Potema waded forward until the water reached past her stomach. She paused there and looked back at Charon, monitoring his progress. "Are you sure you're up for this?" She asked, looking at his walk and stride in the water. He looked fine, but some people were very talented at hiding pain, physical or mental.