How horrible of a sister had she been this whole time that her sister would not think her supportive after all of this? Especially after Ellie had been there for her during her breakdowns. Goodness. Maybe she needed to do some serious evaluating. Maybe that whole tough love thing just didn't work for El the same way it did for her?
Going to grab the bottle of wine, Charlotte got to getting the cork out, quietly listening to El continue to list off all her fears. Truth be told, if she was in her sister's position, Charlotte would be terrified of a whole host of things, though their parents and the Prophet would probably come in right at the top.
"Well, I'm certainly not about to go tattling on you-- though I will say that, if I were you, I'd watch out for the press. That'll be a thing you'll have to monitor from now on if you two hope to have a private life in any capacity. Maybe invest in some Groucho Marx glasses, just in case?" She'd just finished refilling her sister's glass when she caught sight of the tears just freely streaming down her cheeks, Charlotte sighing softly before setting the bottle down and crossing the room to pull her into her arms. "Come here. I can't pretend that I'm a very... uh... warm or emotionally intuitive person, so I don't really have a lot of comforting things to say...? But I can offer support and obviously you can cry on my shoulder for as long as you want."