Moonspear I'm lightening on my feet

Speedy played along in the game that he played and Charon smiled, feeling oddly at ease around her. It happened only rarely that he felt at ease around anyone from the start that wasn't his family -- Dhole was one of the few examples, along with Pyx. Maybe a handful here and there at most beside from them and family. Speedy looked like she might fit into that row, but Charon found himself growing protective of his heart lately, and reluctant to give a piece of it to anyone that might just run off with it.

The game came to an end that was a bit premature to him when she asked about his wounds. They seemed to be healing alright, the scabs having come off, though he still couldn't see through his right eye and the scars around it, so he imagined, must look ugly. Not that Charon minded much -- he always reminded himself of young Charon, who'd think his current self pretty bad ass. Young Charon, who'd told Potema she looked cool and tough because of her eye injuries.

"I still can't see through the right eye," said Charon. "Doubt it'll get better." If it hadn't so far, he didn't think it would still. "Still a bit stiff in the leg. Wounds're doing alright, it seems to me, though I hope they'll heal a bit further. Y'know, get some more hair back on there. Gotta stay handsome." Charon grinned jokingly with his last comment, even though part of him meant it.