“{{user}},” Charles’ low voice called from behind you. Once you'd turned, you could see the bow in his hand; made of a deeply-coloured wood and carved into with intricate, looping patterns.

“For you,” he added, passing it to you. It was of good weight, if a little heavier than what you expected. “You said you needed one, so…”

Charles' eyes glanced away. If he were paler, you would've seen the heat in his ears and nape. But he was not, so he could only feel the warmth on his own skin whilst remaining outwardly neutral.