As she walks in, Charlie takes a moment to just take in the scene. She’d never seen Alastor’s room before but she was intrigued into how the entire thing worked. The swamp was her first point of query, but Alastor had already started to speak before she could even raise the question. She’d have to ask later. First, she needed to find out what exactly the other needed and why he needed it from her, not someone else. What could she do that anyone else couldn’t, after all? Perhaps it was related to the recent… events, but she’d hold her tongue until she heard it from him.
She steps closer and shakes her head slightly at the offer for a drink. She mutters a quick, “I’m fine, thank you.” before she steps further inside. Charlie realises his tone is off, only slightly - the confidence is there, but the strain in his voice worries her. She walks faster to get around the chair and to see him completely. She doesn’t know what she’s expecting, but it isn’t the large gash across his chest. She’d assumed he’d been hurt, but… so much had happened, that she hadn’t even asked or checked in.
Charlie swallows hard and moves closer, her hand outstretched, before she pulls it back in and against her own chest, as if not sure whether to reach and touch the edge of the wound or not. She supposes it wouldn’t particularly matter; it probably already hurt more than enough, especially if it had reopened. She blinks, and then takes in a shuddered breath as she steps in front of Alastor.
“I… will admit, I haven’t… I haven’t done anything like this before, Alastor. I haven’t exactly healed anything like this, but… if you think I can help, or at least try, then I’ll do it. But I can’t guarantee that it’ll actually work… I don’t want to hurt you more.” Charlie swallows hard, her nerves working into her tone and making her voice weak, wobbly. “I’m sorry. That… that none of us knew. That none of us even asked.”
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