Firestone Hot Springs Is it getting any better

Charon wondered where Osprey had been, but he didn't ask. He remembered when Atreyu had lost his leg, he had run, too. He'd run far away, and who knew where he had been in the time between; they had looked but somehow it hadn't made much of a difference. Maybe it was some kind of deeply rooted panic reaction, instinct, and it had obviously grabbed hold of Osprey too when she'd gotten lost in the fire. The important thing was that she was alive.

Osprey asked what he meant, and Charon unwrapped himself from Osprey's fur so he could look at her again. He sat down as he prepared to inform her of what she'd missed. "Dante didn't care at all when you were lost. He didn't look at all, and when I ran into him when I was out looking for you, I ran into him and he just went mad when I called him out on it." Charon frowned as he said the words, feeling a desire for revenge boil up inside of him, but he suppressed it, knowing it was easier and better to just avoid Dante.