Lion Head Mesa I'll probably get soup. Or something light.

Charles was not sure what 'I'm fine' really meant and it made him feel a little uncertain, but he hid the feeling. It was easy enough to boast false confidence in his inebriated state. At her question, he smiled and returned, Good. Honestly, Charles wasn't sure how he was feeling. Nervous, unsure, ready, totally not ready. Somehow it was harder now, because he knew he had to call the shots. With Nyra, it was easy enough, because she decided everything.

Do you want berries? he asked her as he took a step forward. We should maybe get comfortable, lay down on furs? He knew it was kinda rude to suggest this himself, but Charles was too afraid for silence to fall between them and he didn't want things to get awkward; as that would surely keep him from his duties.