Sun Mote Copse and when you asked for light, i set myself on fire

His head felt light as he made the decision not to pursue; it seemed as if the weight of the fight fell off his shoulders, adrenaline still pumping through veins though not as deafeningly loud as it had before. He breathed out and walked away, though kept an eye on his back; he looked over his shoulder repeatedly, with every little sound he heard, afraid that she might have pursued after all, doubled back.

Charon kept struggling forward until he eventually found a place to lay down, after hours of walking, a small shallow cave in the mountainside. There he licked what wounds he could and rested up for a while -- an unruly, easily startled rest -- before he eventually returned to his mountain.