Ah, Anon, I do believe you’ve guessed what I’m working on! There’s a decent amount of Charles in this chapter:
Charles starts, and she sits down next to him.
Charles bows his head.
Charles nods.
She has just enough time to shake her head before Cornelius walks back through the door, and then there is only the washing, and blood, and Charles’ hand on her own, squeezing until it is over.
Meg's Mumbles 