Re: Charles & Betsy
In the room in which Charles sat alone, he nodded. YES.
He could give her no more words than that, and as she continued the task of cutting off the life of the werewolves, he fed her information, nudging her along dark paths. He clenched his hands in his lap, pressing into his stomach in an ineffective attempt to ease the queasiness there. She worked more quickly than he, but together they worked, gradually finding and helping to kill the remaining werewolves.