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Charon didn't respond to her mention of Terance, Rannoch and Liffey, though he could feel his hackles prick up a bit in indication that it somehow mattered to him. He was annoyed that he couldn't get to her, though he should've known this from the start: Wraen was a lot like Osprey and a bit like Dante, and when it came to these situations she seemed to be unshakable. He wasn't sure why he tried.

Wraen chuckled, almost as if she didn't believe the tale. Charon squinted his eyes briefly, wondering why Wraen was in such a good mood about this encounter. Something was fishy about it all. He was contemplating telling Wraen to stay the fuck away from his daughter -- and it showed on his face -- but then Wraen complimented him on raising his daughter which landed him in a weird sort of limbo because it would feel awkward to tell her to stay away now rather than taking the.. compliment, he supposed?

Charon was caught looking very ??? for about ten seconds before he eventually decided on: Don't touch her again. Which was a bit out of place considering the way the conversation was going but whatever.