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Charles flinched when she got closer, looking nervous and maybe a little scared. He didn't like physical contact. The water drops were actually kind of soothing, which he hadn't expected. Charles had never been in a luxurious position like this before. Maybe it was something he could get used to. He exhaled, a long sigh that released at least a small portion of his tension. A question. Who? Oh, right. Oh, uh, Ramesses? I — I heard of him, yes. That wasn't the whole truth, but he needed more time to figure out what he was doing here and what he was going to do when Ramesses did call for him, anyway. It was probably better if Tavina maybe didn't know all the nitty-gritty details. It would buy him some time.

It did not take long before it was over. Charles actually found himself longing for a longer bath, but he did not ask for it. He instead nodded at Tavina's words and said, Okay. The coywolf left the bath and headed on towards the den that was made ready for him before he even arrived. Charles glanced over his shoulder before he entered and said, a little awkwardly, Uh, thanks. Then he went into the den and made himself comfortable. His stomach was churning so it was hard for him to find a comfortable place to lay down, so he didn't catch any sleep until the food arrived.

After the food arrived Charles wolfed it all down way too fast, and then, finally, he managed to drift off to sleep. A nightmare-riddled sleep with Ramesses' face clear as the time he had last seen him, but at the same time more sleep than he'd caught all at once in a long time.