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Charon startled when Ragnar spoke to him, saying his name. He hadn't realised that the Loðbrók patriarch was awake too. "Ch'won," the boy mumbled to himself as he tried to mimic the word that Ragnar had said, recognising it as his own name. Charon was in the phase of his life where he started to copy words that others threw at him, but also started to recognise what it was that they said to him. He wasn't entirely sure whether the word Charon held any other meaning than an indication of him, but right before he had lost him, his father had responded positively to him repeating the word as best he could, so he continued to do so. He wondered if Ragnar would give the same sort of reaction as Verrine had.

When Ragnar spoke again, Charon tilted his head, trying to figure out what it was that Ragnar wanted. Verrine and Julooke had often made longer sentences too, and Charon was only beginning to grasp the meaning of things. But to compensate his lack of knowledge of the words, at least Charon recognised that Ragnar's voice was friendly and soft, and he probably meant well.

"No," Charon said uninterestedly, even though he had no idea what, exactly, he was no-ing. But he'd recently learned the word 'no', and he liked to throw it around, even if he was yet to fully grasp its meaning. Grey-tipped ears perked forward, betraying his anticipation at Ragnar's reaction and his curiosity how Ragnar would respond.