He wanted to help, even knowing there wasn't much he could do. He sighed, shaking his head, "Don't overtax yourself, Charles." His voice was barely more than a murmur still, though his room had always been well and away from any of the others, "Wouldn't do to actually have you getting lost before we've even sorted out the where and the why."
Because it had to be something, his ingrained sense of paranoia was telling him that much.