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</div><br/><div style="text-align: center">《Charles and Kyle》<br/>
Location: Dryden<br/>
Addressing: Sou <a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a> Carla, Bec <a class="username" data-user-id="288" data-username="Flannel King" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/288/">Flannel King</a>​</div><br/>"Sou.. you're not well and it wouldn't be appropriate," Charles answered from the other side of the door. She seemed frantic again, having another episode, though he couldn't really put together what she was going on about.<br/><br/>"We need to get you cleaned up, dressed, and medicated. Then we can all sit down and figure out how to help you. I'll look at you then and we will listen, okay?" He tried to reassure and sooth her, hoping his words would encourage her to some sort of lucidity. Hopefully enough to clean herself up and at least get into the t-shirt. "My name is Charles. You're at Dryden, and you're safe. We no longer associate with Abendblume, nor do we condone whatever it appears they did to you."<br/><br/>Bec and Carla were talking. Carla was offering to haul her off again, so she wasn't their problem. Bec seemed reluctant to take her in, and Charles chimed in, still holding the door and listening both to Sou and the women talking. Kyle was standing there with his arms crossed over his chest.<br/><br/>"Whose issue is she then? Not yours, not ours.. Abendblume seems like they tortured and abandoned her. She's not well," Charles spoke to the two woman. "I told her we'd help her. Why wouldn't we? She needs help."<br/><br/>"Told you that wasn't your call," Kyle added.<br/><br/>"Whose call then?" Charles snapped, his tone stern and deep. It wasn't often that the polite, easygoing man put his foot down. "We going back to how it was? Waiting for permission to extend a little bit of human decency?" He shook his head, looking to Bec. "I've already given her my word."<br/><br/>His dark eyes moved to Carla.<br/><br/>"Thank you, Carla. Bringing her here was the right thing to do. Most people would have just left her out there."