ten feet under and upside down

Evidently, she had said something wrong. The only remark the boy made after her comment was an agreement, and for a split second she thought she had done something good. Something that would, maybe, make him feel better about the events in his past. It was a dull hope that fizzled out as soon as Charon shifted position; he seemed to be unhappy, which made Saskia wary. But the boy turned away and stared off at the rain, clearly losing interest in the conversation, and she would let it end. After a minute or two of tense silence, she too turned away - curling in to a tight lump next to Charon, her tail dusting over her snout. The rain became white noise as she drifted through the early stages of sleep - but Saskia wouldn't fall completely asleep. Her mind was too busy reflecting on the conversation, fixated on the topic of bears and blood.

Fade?