Stavanger Bay this is the last time

Flóki soon joined by Charon's side, and he looked positively thrilled with the move, mirroring how Charon felt. Charon bumped his nose to Flóki's shoulder before he turned to look at the herbs. Flóki asked him if he should help, and Charon nodded, but... "I have no idea which ones to take." He knew where Thistle's herb den was and knew a thing or two about herbs because he was a Naturalist, but he didn't know their exact properties nor did he know which ones were rarest so that they needed taking. Maybe it'd be a good lesson for him, if Thistle Cloud came to help them.

When she showed up, Charon felt a little uneasy. Melancholy seemed to drip off her. Charon reminded himself that in the long run, this would be what was best for her, too. She just didn't see it right now. Charon glanced around to see if @Atreyu was near; maybe he'd stayed behind on Moonspear, Charon thought, but he wasn't sure. He hadn't seen @Adya in a while either, but then, Charon had been busy exploring for the most part.

The yearling watched as his mother arrived and wordlessly started wrapping her herbs. Charon carefully asked: "How can we help? I don't know which ones to take." He was glad that she was here, that she had decided to come, that he didn't need to drag her to Moonspear himself. Things would improve, the tension between them would fade eventually, he told himself, just as the one between himself and Atreyu. It'd be alright once they'd arrive at Moonspear and feel its majestic ground beneath their paws, watch the ocean from one of its peaks and realise it was not nearly as far away as they thought it to be now.