Stavanger Bay bleak world

When Ragnar spoke in his native tongue, Charon tilted his head inquisitively, ears perked forth while he tried to understand what Ragnar said. He failed to understand the words, naturally, and wrinkled his nose in silent confusion because he did not know how to ask what Ragnar meant. He voiced no more than a quiet "Um," though not actually asking Ragnar what it was that the words he spoke meant. Soon his attention was diverted anyway, as Ragnar turned his attention to him, showing some kind of emotion and behaviour that Charon did not know to place yet, and spoke again.

Charon did not understand most of the words that Ragnar said, but he knew 'mother' and 'father', and he definitely knew 'gone'. "Gahn?" he repeated clumsily, and he looked up at Ragnar. Charon rolled his eyes upwards in their sockets, showing white underneath them, as he looked up, and had a sad expression on his small face. "Why?" he queried, although he wished that he could've asked for how long they'd be gone. They had been gone before, but never this long. Charon did not know the words though, didn't know how to ask, and so he asked the only thing he did know how to phrase - why was this happening to Charon and his siblings? Why were they gone? And surely, they were going to come back, right?