Charlie had been hovering outside of Hestia's room for what felt like hours, walking back and forth in circles, with his arms behind his back. Occasionally he would share a word or two with one of the Order members, discussing different security wards they could put in place to help to add to the safe house or subjects as mundane as the weather that evening. He did his best not to talk about Hestia, other then a few idle comments about being glad she was safe. But he kept glancing towards her door, worry struck over his face the entire evening.
When she was alone, he decided to make a move for her room to at least see her. He didn't want to overwhelm her. She needed rest. But he wanted to see her and to convince himself she was there, even though he knew she was from the rescue. It was all a haze and all he remembered was working alongside the others to bring her home safe. He didn't know how long she was alone, perhaps for only a few minutes, so he wanted to take advantage of the time.
He knocked upon the door frame. "Hes?" He asked quietly, wanting permission to enter.