"That don't look too good," Charles mumbled while carefully wrapping the side of your face with bandages.

You winced as they tightened around your wounds. "Shh, shh. Hold still," he ordered, though his tone was gentle. Charles' kept his focus on getting the bandages just right, eyes glued to his work.

"You'll be alright. They're just some wolf scratches, that's all. We'll make sure they don't get infected," he spoke to you in a hushed tone.