Xan smiles softly and brushes her fingers lovingly through Charlie's hair, fondling his ears. "If you insist on going, then I'm coming with to see you off." She said with a firm, comforting hug before reluctantly moving away and heading to her room to get dressed.<br/>By this time Pookie had returned to his more human form and come toward the kitchen, "You have all your things?" His voice was deep and had a seemingly mangled Russian accent. His deep brown gaze was focused on Charlie. He rarely wore clothing, and today was no exception.<br/>It wasn't long before Xan was coming from her room, her body hidden away under her modest layers of clothing, as she finished pinning her niqab into place. Only her eyes and hands being left visible. This was her usual attire for going out. "Ready?" She asked softly as she stepped behind Pookie,  running a hand down his back, causing a shiver from the bear.