Cedar Sweep take my advice - i'm not using it

It seemed the other dude was still waking up. As Charon's eyes were starting to get used to the log's insides after watching the snow he suddenly noticed the guy's scarred appearance. Though his vanity still demanded he show mostly his good side (a younger Charon would've scoffed at him, because he had always thought 'Scars are cool!' before he had such extensive ones to remind him of his shortcomings, himself) he felt less self-conscious in the presence of another warrior who'd faced similar adversities as he, it seemed.

As space was made Charon glanced over his shoulder momentarily before he decided to accept the offer. He was wet and cold and he much preferred staying here in a dry spot for a little bit until his skin had warmed again. Headed anywhere in particular? he wondered after he had squeezed himself into the created spot inside of the hollow log.