Charles looked up from his stew bowl as he noticed your head twitching. He cast you a questioning glance. "... You okay?"

His face stayed stony, but Charles' dark eyes flickered with intrigue and a bit of concern. Were you cold, or trying to swat off a fly? Something else? He couldn't tell.

He'd seen you do it before, but he'd never got the chance to ask about it. Now Charles finally had an opportunity.