Xan had stood silent, watching Charlie go to the washroom. His words hurt. With a soft breath, trying to keep herself calm, she went to her room, not cutting through the bathroom like should normally would have. She dressed herself, it was a long pink modest dress with long sleeves that left just her shoulders exposed.<br/><br/>She busied herself with cooking. It was taking her full attention, trying not to dwell on what could be wrong with Charlie. How could things have changed so much in just one day?