If Charles would still sleep, this here, the way Edwin squirmed and made that noise of pain, that there would fuel his nightmares for years to come. And he could feel his own, living heart wanting to break his own ribcage over just how worried he was.

"Did well, Edwin, you did good," Charles stuttered, reaching up to stroke his cheek. He felt it warm, but not as warm as it was before. And yes, there was blood on Edwin, and some around them but not as much. Which could mean that Edwin was either only scared, or they were slowly returning to their original state, or something worse.

His eyes were wide and wild as Edwin finally looked at him, waiting for a confirmation, a direction, anything. And when Edwin gave it, Charles' gaze dropped on his shoulder. Charles had his shoulder dislocated once. Only once. And he remembers the pain still all too clearly.

"Right, where do you want me?" he asked, licking his lips nervously.