Charles grunted, his free hand clutching onto his coat as you re-wrapped the gauze on his burnt hand — an injury which he sustained during the botched Blackwater robbery.

He looked down to you, his brow furrowed, but his eyes soft nonetheless.

“Thank you for assisting me. You really don’t have to.” He mumbled, bending his fingers to assure his hand won’t become numb from the cold air of Colter.