Once they had cleaned up, the Aviator and Charlie left the bathhouse. The Aviator headed for the dining hall, stopping when they realized Charlie wasn’t following them.
“Are you coming?” they called out to her as she walked in the opposite direction.
“You go on and eat without me,” she said. “I’ll be there later.”
They watched her walk towards the river for a bit, wondering what she was going to do. When she was out of sight, they turned and started for the dining hall again.
Charlie sat down by the river in the seating area. She was exhausted, but she also didn’t want to go to sleep just yet. So, she watched the water run by for a bit, letting her mind wander, when she remembered her pan flute.
Pulling it out of her pocket, she observed it for a moment before bringing it to her lips and starting to play. It was a low, mournful tune. Maybe not the best choice if she wanted to keep her spirits up, but she didn’t feel like playing something bright and energetic at the moment.