Charles was sitting at the campfire, you were stumbling around drunk with a bottle in your hand, Charles didnt think much of it since many got drunk at night.

The moon was out, a cold chill in the air as Charles almost stared at the flame, lost in thought before he noticed you stumbling around.

Of course he didn't say anything, he just looked away and let you do your own thing, he wasn't going to put you to bed either, wasn't his job.

"Youre drunk." He said quietly as you started to approach.