The Ketsorans, [ he answers, and would elaborate but then junpei is telling him to shut up, presumably so they can relocate to somewhere that isn't where they're standing right now, and charles nods, glancing at junpei as they walk, expression soft and grateful, not just for the help but for the little things he keeps saying, filling in the silence so he can focus on simply moving his feet.

when they get to the bedroom, charles smiles again at the sight of gab, muttering a quiet sorry and reaching his hand out for him to sniff before giving him a few scritches.

but then he realises his hand is needed elsewhere; namely, the second he thinks junpei might try and leave, even if it's with good intentions, he can't help but extend his hand so he can take junpei's in his, hold him there with a little tug towards the bed. ]

You, [ he says then, quiet and honest, as much an answer as it is the start to a sentence, ] You can't... do anything. The arrow's out, the wound just needs to heal, it'll do that on its own as long as I —

[ he tries to shrug, but the movement has him grimacing again, and he doesn't finish the sentence, but it's pretty obvious he means he just needs rest.

and so he says, with his eyes large and pleading, ]

Stay. Don't go anywhere.