Arthur's voice is a low call, that carries as the rest of the hall slowly recovers from their resident shambling mound taking over the fireplace, and as he runs over he's got supplies in his arms - another blanket, a thick tartan one from their house, and his bag swings with a much more distinct weight than it had before, bulging at every seam.
"John, make sure he's sitting upright," he comments, already a flurry of motion. "Charlie, d'you think you can take that robe off, w-we've got something a bit warmer, easier to wear, I-I-I got some food, uh- here--"
He's already shaking out the blanket, loosing the cold it absorbed from outside before he goes to drape it around Charlie anyway. "W-what's the last thing you remember?"
Re: arrival
Arthur's voice is a low call, that carries as the rest of the hall slowly recovers from their resident shambling mound taking over the fireplace, and as he runs over he's got supplies in his arms - another blanket, a thick tartan one from their house, and his bag swings with a much more distinct weight than it had before, bulging at every seam.
"John, make sure he's sitting upright," he comments, already a flurry of motion. "Charlie, d'you think you can take that robe off, w-we've got something a bit warmer, easier to wear, I-I-I got some food, uh- here--"
He's already shaking out the blanket, loosing the cold it absorbed from outside before he goes to drape it around Charlie anyway. "W-what's the last thing you remember?"