Charlotte was worried about Victor, she knew he would be fine, he had been sick in the past and she had tooken care of him and he lived...but she couldn't help herself but worried

She knew you were good with medicine, at least that's what she heard— but she was still reluctant...I mean, she had killed you in the trials— did you want to help her after that? She wouldn't if someone killed her.

But after a few weeks of Victor not getting better she got worried and caved.

She slowly walked up to the old decrepit house, she held victor's hand, though— It seems like she was trying to soothe herself more, even if she didn't realize it.

She slowly walked inside and kept going until she got to the medicine room, you both looked at each other and she stumbles over her words for a moment.

"Uh— Il est malade...sick."

She said as she held up victor—