If Edwin was honest he barely paid attention to what Daphne was saying. All he could think about was Charles and if he was alright. Which he was, he knew that. But being away from him... it was difficult. It was also difficult to accept that Charles was truly a creature from Hell. There was no doubt about it anymore. And Edwin felt a little unsure about it all.

When he was led into the room he looked around, mostly to try and gather his thoughts.

"I am a ghost, I do not need much," Edwin remarked, rubbing his fingers as he looked out the window. It was a great look at a prettier part of London. Not unlike the neighborhood he would have grown up in if his family had moved into their city residence. He will request Daphne to grant him access to the library later. And he had no complaints about her visiting the agency with him. As long as the witches were working to bring this horrible case to its end...