"You know what they say about sitting on the wet ground, don't you?" Penny said softly as she approached the hunched figure that was very unmistakably Charlie sitting by the hutches. At the lack of response her concern only increased and, with one hand supporting her bump, she clambered down ungracefully to sit beside him, their bodies touching from thigh to shoulder. Stumps weren't known for being the most spacious of seats.
She looked across at the acromantula, all of whom were now waving their legs in her direction. She knew it wasn't a friendly greeting they were offering, but then she'd never thought of them as the kindest of creatures.
"What's wrong, Charlie?" Penny placed a hand on his back, giving a gently (and hopefully not too patronising) rub.