Charles moves to her side immediately, as though bypassing the worn out groove that she's a threat. To him she's not. And though he knows she thinks of herself as a weapon he would never allow himself to treat her as one. His hands settle on her arms, his expression worried.
"What happened to you?"
He doesn't expect her to answer, just moves to clear a space for her to sit, tries to guide her as carefully as he can. "It's all right, I'm here now. I'll help in any way I can."
... um, this was never in my inbox i am so sorry D: ignore if it's far too late for this ;;
Charles moves to her side immediately, as though bypassing the worn out groove that she's a threat. To him she's not. And though he knows she thinks of herself as a weapon he would never allow himself to treat her as one. His hands settle on her arms, his expression worried.
"What happened to you?"
He doesn't expect her to answer, just moves to clear a space for her to sit, tries to guide her as carefully as he can. "It's all right, I'm here now. I'll help in any way I can."