She's good. She's steady enough. Shaking slightly from what just happened, the stress of it finally hitting her but Charlie wouldn't be the girl she was if she let it get to her just yet. She had to get home. She'll let it get to her there.

For now, her arm went around her husband and she leaned on him slightly as they walked. Her other arm, the one that had been bitten, Charlie just let that hang. It hurt too much to move it and all she could really do was hold onto her sword. It trailed in the snow, melting it as they went and it was very likely Charlie was pushing remnants of the fire she'd used through it.

It worked for her. It's what it was made for.

Upon arriving home, Charlie headed straight to her and Merlin's room and sank into the bed, rolling carefully onto her stomach with a wince.

This was a nice place to be. This worked for her.