Moonspear Reforget

Dhole came to when he was still dragging her out of the pit, but Charon didn't let her go despite her splutters. She'd only fall in what was probably her own trap again, anyway, and maybe hit her head again. He continued to drag her, thankful for her small size and how shitty a fighter she was, until he reached the side of the pit. Once Charon was confident that she wasn't close enough to tumble right back into the hole, he let her go, as per the request of her struggling. He wanted to say that he was very muchly not Flóki while he was still dragging her, but couldn't get much out through a mouthful of Dhole, especially with her fervent struggles.

When he'd let go of her and registered what she was trying to say, he wasn't sure what to think. Actually, he wasn't sure what she was trying to say, since when she had first said 'Flóki', he thought that she'd been calling for him, and now he wondered if she meant that Flóki was the one that raped her. It seemed extremely unlikely though, considering that, well, they were mates, for starters, and it was Flóki.

"Dhole," said Charon, not responding directly to what she had said because he saw the vacant expression in her eyes and his priorities lay on keeping her here.

His efforts seemed in vain, 'cause she just up and curled to a ball, pretty much shutting him out. Charon wanted answers about her insinuations, but most of all he just wanted to make his friend feel better. He was happy, and that meant that no one else was allowed to wallow. And so he was determined to fix this... somehow.

"It's me, Charon," he said, not sure if Dhole really realised what was going on in the here-and-now. "What happened?" His voice was unusually soft, a testament to the strangeness of the situation. Charon didn't approach Dhole and stayed beside her without touching; unless she didn't respond, in which case he'd gingerly prod her face, or whatever part he could find of it that wasn't burrowed in hedgehog-curl-Dhole, with his nose.