He sank into the chair, and brooded over the embers, and shed tears.
He, with his eyes fixed on the embers, had sunk back into the dolorous past.
He pushed a smoldering log with his foot toward the remnants of the embers.
Charley blew the embers, stirring them with a brush of sage.
His eyes seemed to be smoldering like embers just ready to blaze.
Then they sat down ...