Charlie was talking to himself, muttering with tears in his eyes as he dug through rocks and glow berry bushes. He had seen who he previously thought was dead daughter, now he was stuck on trying to get her to come back as soon as possible

“Come on Flippa…” He mumbled, voice cracking lightly as he did so, hands beginning to hurt from all the digging he was doing. he stood up with a sniffle. Head tilted down in an upset manner.