"Oh," It doesn't seem as if Charles is entirely convinced, however he doesn't question her. A small smile as he props the door open for Raven to lead the way inside, followed by the aptly named cat and then Charles himself. In an unconscious sort of nudge he leads the group of them toward the living room; the perspective far more normal than his own skewed memories. He flickers a small smile in her direction, grasping an afghan from the back of the couch and drawing into her personal space. He doesn't think to ask if she's cold, just recognizes the sensations-- or perhaps it was fear, he couldn't quite tell, but either way he presumes a blanket might help. Often in the radio shows if one was cold they could curl up in a blanket, and if in fear they often did the same.

"Your dream, it looks real."