Charles smiled, nodding to himself. Right, he wouldn't let Edwin go alone either. But he had to offer. Edwin was in pain, injured, stressing and working his wits off.

"Right, not going then," Charles agreed quietly, raising Edwin's hand to kiss his knuckles to calm him. He didn't want to make him more nervous.

Though he doubted he could help anything about the runes. He wasn't good in their own alphabet, let alone complex runes, but he would humor Edwin, sure.

"So first, you gotta eat. All you did was try to make a feast for the mice living with us, mate," Charles said, picking a piece of pastry and holding it up for Edwin.