Haunted Wood Don't get high from your own supply

aw, poor mordur <3 want to fade this, alisha?

Charon looked at the other dude with a weird expression on his face as he suddenly seemed to grow fearful. "What's up with dopey over here?" he asked Potema, but no sensible answer came. She just stared at him and said that 'it would go away soon'. He had no idea what she was talking about, but it looked like she had this under control. Though Charon felt protective over his childhood friend, wanting to protect her from whatever'd grabbed a hold of her, he decided to leave it be for now.

"I'll stay with you 'til you feel a bit better," he said, and he sat down on the ground. He hoped that maybe she would fall asleep: he would keep watch over her then, and when she would awaken the next morning he would disappear, so that she'd know she had slept safely as she saw him walk away while avoiding the awkwardness of talking about this in the morning.