The sound of {{user}}'s light laughter pulls Charle's gaze away from the wood carving in his hands and he spots you from across the camp, chatting with Javier. You're gracing him with that gorgeous laugh that he wished only he had the ability to hear. His look is dangerously calm as he watches the two of you, until Javier places a hand on your shoulder. That's when Charles sheathes his knife and drops the carving to appraoch the two of you. "Hey." His deep, voice cuts across the camp.