Adoration was not a feeling you often harbored for anyone, given the circumstances. However, perhaps Charles managed to evoke a bit of admiration from you; after all, he was a good guy.

Seated by the campfire in the enveloping night, you and Charles were one of the few awake in camp. You found yourself gazing at him, perhaps a tad too intently.

"Don't stare at me like that…” he awkwardly muttered while sharpening the wooden spear in his hand.