Stavanger Bay all the stars in the sky

Aesop did not seem to be very good at comforting; Charon had expected for him to be super sad for Charon now, and fawn over him and say lots of nice things... But none of that happened. Aesop uncomfortably looked at the Julooke-star and tried to console Charon in a different way, by saying that there was no bigger honour than standing with the stars.

Charon was a little disappointed, but didn't say anything to let it show. "Yeah," he just mumbled. He cleared his throat and then said, "Did you know that my daddy was killed, too? He was killed by —" Charon's train of thought halted a moment while he tried to think of something cool; the young Naturalist filled the space with sniffling sadly so that Aesop wouldn't suspect he might be making this whole thing up, "— by a real firebreathing dragon." Little did Charon know those didn't actually exist. "And my one brother 'n sister were kidnapped to work their whole lives for some other evil pack and we dunno where that pack is so we can't ever save them or see them again." Well, he bet that's where they were off to, anyway.

Charon looked at Aesop with his sad watery eyes. He hadn't a clue that it wasn't that Aesop wasn't feeling sorry enough for him; it was just that he wasn't good at expressing it... So he just kept piling on more sob stories in hopes of getting the sympathy he so desperately craved.