[In the time Erik was gone, Charles managed to drag himself out of bed and shower, although really it was more him just standing under the water for a few minutes before dragging himself out and throwing on a clean pair of pajamas. He wandered back to bed after he was mostly dry and had shaved, so he at least looked slightly more normal, although damp and looking a little bit like death warmed over.
He slowly sat up when Erik returned, coughing miserably, definitely wanting the soup to try and stop his throat from feeling like sandpaper.]
Let's hope it works, last night I was almost convinced I was dying.
[He took the tray, and while there was already a tendril of consciousness projecting his gratitude - he probably wasn't even that aware of how much he was broadcasting - he still managed a grateful smile.] Thank you.
Spam;
He slowly sat up when Erik returned, coughing miserably, definitely wanting the soup to try and stop his throat from feeling like sandpaper.]
Let's hope it works, last night I was almost convinced I was dying.
[He took the tray, and while there was already a tendril of consciousness projecting his gratitude - he probably wasn't even that aware of how much he was broadcasting - he still managed a grateful smile.] Thank you.