Keeping close, Charles lifts his head to glance around the party. He appreciates that it's not some grand hall, but a park set up with various tents. It makes it feel more open, less like some gilded cage they're all stuck in.
For a while, it's easy to think that maybe they're here by choice.
"Seems like your leg's doing better," he notes, arching an eyebrow as he looks back to Jacob.
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Keeping close, Charles lifts his head to glance around the party. He appreciates that it's not some grand hall, but a park set up with various tents. It makes it feel more open, less like some gilded cage they're all stuck in.
For a while, it's easy to think that maybe they're here by choice.
"Seems like your leg's doing better," he notes, arching an eyebrow as he looks back to Jacob.