Charles had turned to face Edwin as the other drew him back in, he was still tense, but at least he wasn't shaking with it any longer. Apparently having a clear directive and a plan was enough to ease some of the panic even if it wasn't a plan he liked.
"Do we have time, though?" That was the biggest concern, really, that his control over his current shape would continue to deteriorate, that he would just continue to erode into being more fully what he was -apparently- supposed to be.
He tried for a smile and only mostly managed a grimace, "I survived the Night Nurse dumping me into the worst bits of my life, twice, even, this can't be worse than that, yeah?" He couldn't be sure whether it would be or not, but the fact that he was using full sentences again was probably a good sign, as was the fact that the chill of his hands had receded to just his fingertips, though he still hadn't let go of the near-deathgrip he had on Edwin's hand in turn.
His voice dipped, just a little, even though he knew they would be overheard regardless, the room wasn't that big, "I trust you more'n I trust them. If you really think we've got a better chance on our own, we'll go." That was really what it came down to, what could they manage on their own before everything came crashing down around their ears? What went unsaid was that he also trusted Edwin to send him into the unknown if it came to that, he always had.
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Date: 2024-10-08 07:17 pm (UTC)"Do we have time, though?" That was the biggest concern, really, that his control over his current shape would continue to deteriorate, that he would just continue to erode into being more fully what he was -apparently- supposed to be.
He tried for a smile and only mostly managed a grimace, "I survived the Night Nurse dumping me into the worst bits of my life, twice, even, this can't be worse than that, yeah?" He couldn't be sure whether it would be or not, but the fact that he was using full sentences again was probably a good sign, as was the fact that the chill of his hands had receded to just his fingertips, though he still hadn't let go of the near-deathgrip he had on Edwin's hand in turn.
His voice dipped, just a little, even though he knew they would be overheard regardless, the room wasn't that big, "I trust you more'n I trust them. If you really think we've got a better chance on our own, we'll go." That was really what it came down to, what could they manage on their own before everything came crashing down around their ears? What went unsaid was that he also trusted Edwin to send him into the unknown if it came to that, he always had.