Okay, getting sick. That's at least possible to deal with. So. Merlin just nods, licks his lips, and wraps an arm around Charlie's waist.

"Yeah," he says, with another nod. "We can do that."

He would just have to think. This isn't just any kind of bite, so he'll have to... think. The fact that it's City ghouls makes him concerned - he might be able to try to find a few spells or... something. Anything. But he wonders if they'll work.

Once Charlie's steady, he'll start walking.