"Oh, Charlie." Ophidia sighed, softly. "It's not really okay to be like this, you know. I wear this skin because it pleases you, but the reason I went away is because I needed to...drop out of it, for a while, it was taking over me. And...I don't know, maybe. Would you want to know him if he wasn't? Seems like a right bastard to fuck a woman and leave her pregnant. Ugh, this bleeding on your hand will not stop...do you have bandages? I want to get it wrapped up..."
If she was laying all her cards on the table, she might as well be totally honest, right? It might be good for him. He needed honesty, from her. He needed for people to stop pulling bullshit over on him; she wanted to be someone he could trust.