Charlie was ready to just leave if he were being truthful, to just throw his hands up and leave his family there in the mess tent and go to bed. Maybe make the kids set up a new camp the next day, one even further into the forest - where no healers or family members knew the location.
But then Callum was stepping between him and Bill, and oh fucking hell - this was not happening. It was only because he trusted Callum, because he knew the other man didn't want his family here anymore than he did that Charlie didn't just start hexing everyone, Callum included when he took his hand.
Charlie glanced down at their hands and sighed, they could get rid of them, he knew it and he sighed. "Yeah." he said in a resigned tone. "Alastor should be here as well, I'm sure he would much rather have found out about all of this in a different way, but there's not much we can do now." He agreed, Charlie trusted Alastor to get rid of these people, or failing that, Charlie was completely fine with leaving this for Alastor to clean up while he got some sleep.