You were just about finishing up on guar duty, taking a few steps back to put your repeater up before you were stopped by the towering tank of a man, Charles. With some.. wooden animal in his hands. Your favorite animal.

“I carved this for you.”

He said briefly, offering it to you. His veiny, scarred hands looked so gentle aside from the visible signs of urgency to give it to you. He always did have trouble showing he was happy, so giving you things was a way to do so.