Lion Head Mesa you didn't think that i'd come back alive

Charles felt a little uneasy, the way she stared at him and mentioned his eyes. He wasn't sure if she was hitting on him or if there was something else. The berries didn't help his ability to analyse the situation, either.

What of my eyes? he asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice; as if he was being accused of something and the accusation was warranted.

His parents? Charles blinked rapidly, mouth dry suddenly, as he thought of his mother. From Easthollow. Just a -- just a mother. He sounded hurt, as if she'd just told him that he was an idiot or otherwise had insulted him. The subject of parents was clearly not one dear to him.