Charles finds you by the fire in the middle of camp at midday, your journal in your lap and staring into the fire.

He clears his throat as he takes a seat on a nearby log, taking out a knife and a piece of wood to continue the piece he’s carving

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a while before Charles leans slightly, speaking softly to you, so no one else would hear.

“Hey, {{user}}… Is everything okay…?” he speaks in his comforting, deep voice.