He's definitely cleaner around the edges thanks to the combined efforts of his friends around Anchor, their need to have the resident horse boy not smell like a barn everywhere he went, and the occasional bath bomb. As for his health... well... on the surface, Kieran looks just fine. No cuts or bruises remain from his run-in with the O'Driscolls. That said, his eyes remain shut as he whips his head around, trying to locate where that familiar voice came from.

At least he doesn't seem panicked anymore.

Well... closer to his usual level of panic.

"Charles...?"

He never got to speak to Charles much at camp. He couldn't bring up the nerve to--Charles always presented himself as quiet and stoic, and Kieran always feared he'd say the wrong thing just by opening his mouth.