Altar of Twilight I know you are a [m]an of honor, I'm so sorry to bother you at home

It was over quick, and he lingered only a moment longer to hear her answer. He had forgotten about directing her right on home, but had he thought of it, somehow it seemed unlikely he would've helped her on her way anyway. Charon looked at his friend and felt conflicted, and so he nosed into the fur along her cheek once more and said, "Take care." There was a softness to his voice, and he turned away then, on his way, trailing away from the borders a bit further to find a place to clean himself and longer for a while to consider things.