Charlie stood; yes, Ted would be in for a small surprise when he found out they had a Mogli and her wolf living in the house, but would she really be a Mogli? Maybe Mogla? He looked away, lips pursed in thought. He supposed it didn't matter; she was a lost human. Charlie understood lost.
"Wolf name. I like the other. Lady Blysse Kestrel seems...well, it's a fine name, too. Probably a little better than Charlie Crews, but what's in a name?" He didn't finish the rest of the quote because it really didn't matter. The name was the thing, if someone gave it power.
"I can show you to the house. Might find new clothes in it, a bed for Blind Seer. A bed for you. I think we have more beds; I haven't looked. I know I have a bed, Ted has a bed, there's a couch. Think I saw a few other beds, but I don't own the house anymore; Ted does. He'll let you live there, don't worry." Ted was the giving sort now, especially when Charlie thought it was for the best. Charlie brightened up, almost childlike. "There's fruit in the fridge, always fruit. And meat. And milk. Food is in there, I guess, is what I'm saying."
So, with that announcement, Charlie led her through the snow covered City to a warm place with good food. She wasn't his "niece," but she'd make a fine surrogate; neither really wanted his help, and all he could do was offer and hopefully help.