Ryah's icy blue eyes flickered away, prickles crawling over his skin, making him uncomfortable. He found that he couldn't quite meet Drake's gaze  "Don't ask easy questions, do you?" he mumbled to himself. After what felt like an eternity, he looked up. "I don't know much about you as you are now or about you from before either, but you never had any family? Any siblings? People you'd do anything for?"<br/><br/>Unlike himself, Ryah knew Charlie was a good person. An actual, genuinely good person. She was the type who helped complete strangers, who never turned her back on a friend. She returned lost wallets, helped lost children find their parents. Ryah was the jaded, pessimistic bastard but Charlie? She was the brightness and warmth in his life. Other than blood, the only thing they shared was a stubborn and impulsive streak a mile wide.<br/><br/>"I can't just leave her to them," he said, his voice uncharacteristically soft. If he tried to speak any louder, he was sure his voice would have cracked. It was a terrifying weakness that he didn't enjoy showing to anyone, but maybe it was the strangeness of the early morning, that made him talk. He glanced away again before clearing his throat. "Coffee and food would be good actually."