He sounds almost feverish, the way the words tumble out of him. Maybe he's not well, and Charles is no healer, but maybe he could get the kid to someone who could look after him.

"Hey. It's okay, you're alright. It's gonna be fine," he says, taking a few cautious steps forward, hoping the pale young man doesn't panic and bolt in the state he's in. "Those friends of yours? We can go find them, if you want."