Moonspear There is so much wrong going on outside

He thought perhaps relief would come to him to hear Jarilo mention just why Charon wouldn't be there, but he didn't feel that at all. It was a rather painful thing to watch him handle, to hear how the delivery threatened to falter and crumble. But he soldiered through it, letting silence make a mockery of the void that was very real for most of them.

Dirge however, was not among them. His composure was much more put together, less tarnished by Charon's absence. He wasn't happy that he was gone, but at the same time it was there that the relief lied, knowing that his relationship with Hydra's father was rougher than stones that made up their mountain. A sort of cruel irony had begun to dawn on him in the time that passed—pride went before a fall. Charon had certainly taken a fall.

He'd do well to keep that in mind himself.

”It was... recent,” Dirge continued gently, picking up where Jarilo had left off. Trying to relieve him of the burden of questions he thought may come after. ”Sorry you've had to find out this way at the end of your travels to us.” Though he wondered why she was there, it was also easier to give her the opportunity to process such things. The answers would find their questions soon enough, he thought.