Charlie flinched away ever so slightly as a sharp gasp emanated from Valentin as the man jolted awake a bit. The moment of apparent shock, perhaps even fear that Charlie had seen upon his hosts face was quickly replaced by his usual stoic expression. Of course, it was nice enough to see this familiar look spread across the others features, but Charlie couldn’t help but wonder what had trigger that sort of reaction in the other. He wondered, but he didn’t have anywhere near the amount of pluck that would have been required to actually question the man on what his mind had conjured up within his dreams. So instead he stayed quiet and observed Val as he regained his bearings after his bit of rest.<br/><br/>Charlie wasn’t sure how long Valentin had slept, though to be fair he wasn’t exactly sure how long he’d been unconscious either. Truthfully it hadn’t been long, the smaller man had slept for roughly five hours - though that was almost an obnoxious amount of time compared to what he’d grow used to – and Val for slightly lesser amount of time than that. Either way, the pair of them at least managed to acquire some degree of rest to face the day ahead. It wasn’t as though Charlie had much of anything to focus on aside from getting well, but he assumed that his host had quite a few things to do. Whenever he and Charlie had met on the streets he always seemed as though he had to be somewhere quite promptly. Charlie wasn’t entirely sure what it was he did for a living, nor would he ask, most likely, but he knew that whatever he did must have kept him busy. He also realized now that whatever he did also pulled in quite the pretty penny. He hadn’t retained any memories of what the rest of the home looked like, having been rather out of sorts when he’d arrived the evening prior, but just from examining this room he could tell that the other was loaded, to put it plainly. From the individual fireplace, to the fine sheets (which Charlie felt horrible about soiling), to the beautiful furnishings; everything about the bedroom screamed wealth, and Charlie had to assume that bled over into the rest of the man’s living conditions.<br/><br/>He allowed his lips to quirk upwards in the makings of a smile when Valentin finally turned his attention onto the boy in the bed. He cleared his throat lightly at the question, attempting to assure it wouldn’t crack or come out too softly for the other to hear.<br/><br/>“I feel… better than before I went to sleep, judging from what I remember,” he answered honestly, resting his hands down a top the comforter that was draped over his numb legs. “I have a headache, and I can’t exactly feel my legs or hands, but I assume that is to be expected seeing as my body took quite a beating last night,” he murmured thoughtfully as he dropped his gaze briefly down onto his hands.<br/><br/>The stiffness of them was rather unsettling, along with the fact that the tips of a few of his fingers had already taken on an ominously dark hue. It was clear enough they he would be losing a few digits, or at least bits of a few of them, but that was something he could live with if it happened. Just as long as a majority of him was saved and he was still able to function in a more or less regular manner he didn’t have too much of an issue with losing a bit of flesh.<br/><br/>“I’m not sure if I’d prefer numbness or pain… at least if there was pain I’d know they were still attached and well,” he commented with a heavy sight before he slowly lifted his gaze up to meet with Valentin’s again. “I know I’ll be losing some of them, I know what frostbite looks like well enough after so many years on the streets,” he commented, then he pursed his lips thoughtfully all of a sudden as a thought popped into his mind: If his fingers looked this bad, what did his legs and feet look like? He couldn’t remove the covers in order to check but he assumed that an exam would be done soon enough, so he’d just wait for that to see for himself.