It was three weeks before he saw Emmy again. He had heard of her each day though.
Ghouls who entered the bar discussed her progress, loudly which Charon believed they did so he could hear them.
Even though the majority of residents witnessed Charon carry the wounded girl the stories that circulated hid his single act of kindness
"How brave was Quinn to save her !"
"Quinn carried her in."
Underworld had grouped to protect Charon. Azrukhal was none the wiser that he had acted out of contract.
Her injury was mostly superficial and with the assistance of stimpacks it healed quickly. However, according to the residents Emmy was a vault dweller and with her limited immune system she had contracted an infection during the healing process.
Charon wouldn't have needed the local gossip to tell him this when she walked in to bar. She was thinner than before. Quickly scanning her he judges that she is no where near the weight that he had carried. Looking at her clean he notices just how young she is, how fragile.
She walks slowly to the bar and orders a nuka cola, sighing softly as the cold reaches her feverish finger tips.
Azrukhal murmurs something Charon can't hear and Emmy returns with a fake but highly convincing laugh. She then surprised Charon by sitting at the table nearest to him.
"Hi." She practically whispers.
Charon grunts fully aware of Azrukhals judging eyes. Emmy looks behind her noticing him too and frowns.
"Can I not talk to him ?" She calls.
"Now why would you want to do that my dear ?"
"I just do" She states with a small blush.
"He's guarding. Don't disturb him."
Emmys' mouth forms a small o and her eyebrows rise. Turning back to her drink she picks at the label with a frown.
Charon can tell she's judging her next move but clearly decides against action as she sits quietly and sips her cola. When she rises to leave she stares at Charon dead on.
"Hey. Can you tell Quinn that I really appreciate what he did." Her voice is soft and her hidden meaning is clear.
He nods slightly looking at another wall disguising the gesture.
"Thank you Charon."
This sentence is more clear, more pronounced than before. She is trying to get her sincerity across. She leaves without another word leaving Charon to think over the words.
Azrukhal strolls over to collect her bottle whistling as he picks it up he stops whistling and his face turns serious in realisation.
The choice (1c/?)
Ghouls who entered the bar discussed her progress, loudly which Charon believed they did so he could hear them.
Even though the majority of residents witnessed Charon carry the wounded girl the stories that circulated hid his single act of kindness
"How brave was Quinn to save her !"
"Quinn carried her in."
Underworld had grouped to protect Charon. Azrukhal was none the wiser that he had acted out of contract.
Her injury was mostly superficial and with the assistance of stimpacks it healed quickly. However, according to the residents Emmy was a vault dweller and with her limited immune system she had contracted an infection during the healing process.
Charon wouldn't have needed the local gossip to tell him this when she walked in to bar. She was thinner than before. Quickly scanning her he judges that she is no where near the weight that he had carried. Looking at her clean he notices just how young she is, how fragile.
She walks slowly to the bar and orders a nuka cola, sighing softly as the cold reaches her feverish finger tips.
Azrukhal murmurs something Charon can't hear and Emmy returns with a fake but highly convincing laugh. She then surprised Charon by sitting at the table nearest to him.
"Hi." She practically whispers.
Charon grunts fully aware of Azrukhals judging eyes. Emmy looks behind her noticing him too and frowns.
"Can I not talk to him ?" She calls.
"Now why would you want to do that my dear ?"
"I just do" She states with a small blush.
"He's guarding. Don't disturb him."
Emmys' mouth forms a small o and her eyebrows rise. Turning back to her drink she picks at the label with a frown.
Charon can tell she's judging her next move but clearly decides against action as she sits quietly and sips her cola. When she rises to leave she stares at Charon dead on.
"Hey. Can you tell Quinn that I really appreciate what he did." Her voice is soft and her hidden meaning is clear.
He nods slightly looking at another wall disguising the gesture.
"Thank you Charon."
This sentence is more clear, more pronounced than before. She is trying to get her sincerity across. She leaves without another word leaving Charon to think over the words.
Azrukhal strolls over to collect her bottle whistling as he picks it up he stops whistling and his face turns serious in realisation.
"How does she know your name ?"