Charles has inevitably seen the medical bay as well (one would hope), indicated by the wound-closing staples making a crescent moon at his temple, the brace that's strapped around his right wrist. He's tidied enough to shovel himself into a fresh change of clothing and his hair is still damp from running a shower.
He can be found already seated, a few servings of pie already organised on the table. One leg flung over the other and head tilted back as if genuinely enjoying the simplicity of not running for his life.
The sound of Apparating is what has him looking up again, not quite at a startle; alert all at once, even if he doesn't shift out of lax slouch.
A smile, then. He decides not to make everything worse with a hug; he waves.
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Charles has inevitably seen the medical bay as well (one would hope), indicated by the wound-closing staples making a crescent moon at his temple, the brace that's strapped around his right wrist. He's tidied enough to shovel himself into a fresh change of clothing and his hair is still damp from running a shower.
He can be found already seated, a few servings of pie already organised on the table. One leg flung over the other and head tilted back as if genuinely enjoying the simplicity of not running for his life.
The sound of Apparating is what has him looking up again, not quite at a startle; alert all at once, even if he doesn't shift out of lax slouch.
A smile, then. He decides not to make everything worse with a hug; he waves.