The rest of his stuff? What stuff? Meyer doesn't even bother to ask the question. This whole thing has become a mess beyond his wildest imaginings, and he just wants Charlie to leave the room for a moment so he can speak to Ned, who still looks terrified. Being tied to the radiator probably doesn't help that terror anyway.
He nods in response to Charlie's statement, and as soon as he leaves the room, he's crouching down beside Ned, looking at him intently. He's thankful, at least, that Ned isn't badly injured, and that he doesn't seem to have any kind of bloodlust anymore. His sobriety seems to have returned, too, and he's no longer shaky.
"He's not going to eat you."
That seemed like the most important thing to say, the most salient fact. "I don't know why he's doing this, or what he thinks he's going to gain from it, but he told me he's not going to eat you. I'm going to find a way to get you out of here, okay? You're might just have to sit tight for a little while."
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He nods in response to Charlie's statement, and as soon as he leaves the room, he's crouching down beside Ned, looking at him intently. He's thankful, at least, that Ned isn't badly injured, and that he doesn't seem to have any kind of bloodlust anymore. His sobriety seems to have returned, too, and he's no longer shaky.
"He's not going to eat you."
That seemed like the most important thing to say, the most salient fact. "I don't know why he's doing this, or what he thinks he's going to gain from it, but he told me he's not going to eat you. I'm going to find a way to get you out of here, okay? You're might just have to sit tight for a little while."