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no problem :)

Even though Charon hadn't answered Ragnar's question at all, his reaction still elicited a positive response. When Ragnar praised him, Charon's tiny tail wiggled a few beats in momentary cheer. None of this lifted his confusion, but then again, there probably wasn't anything that could at this moment in time. He'd remember that even though he had not given the answer that was expected of him in the situation, sometimes giving a different answer would still receive a positive response. Ragnar said something else, although Charon understood only bits and pieces of it.

Charon tilted his head, not fully understanding what Ragnar was saying and thus not entirely sure how to respond to it. Ragnar did seem calm, which put Charon to ease a little bit. Hesitantly, Charon queried, "Mamama?" He had tried to be angry, and raging hadn't gotten him very far at all, but maybe just asking Ragnar where his mum was and if he could please return her to Charon would help. With a hopeful sparkle in his eyes, Charon stared at Ragnar, willing him to answer his plea; he had no idea that no matter how much he might wish to, Ragnar couldn't.