If anyone had thought they'd been busy before the dragons got to the castle they were in for a rude awakening now that they had the actual dragons here. Charlie didn't think about Oliver, it wouldn't do anyone any good, not when there were so many other things to worry about now. He was going over plans for his next upcoming shift when Callum came into the tent, stack of papers in hand.
He chuckled. "They're kids, and as you reminded me before, none of them have any experience with this. They'll learn that things aren't going to be so easy real quick." Though Charlie's good nature only seemed to extend to Callum these days, occasionally Baron. His temper was much shorter when they had people trying to complain that they didn't get their own tent when they were all trying to focus on the dragons.
"That'll work. We'll put one from each shift, so they can pretend they've got their own tent." Charlie nodded, they would need an entire tent for infirmary, maybe see about getting one of the healers to work down here full time. They couldn't afford to stop and drag someone up to the castle if something happened. "Do you mean because she's a werewolf, or because she's seeing an idiot who seems to think it's a good idea to move into camp with half a dozen unhappy dragons before we've gotten them settled?" He wasn't sure of the answer for either to be perfectly honest. Dom hadn't asked about Dylan moving down, so that was something, but they'd heard it from Alastor and he'd been ready to smack that idiot. This wasn't some play ground where people got to play house in between working with the dragons.