[Iris doesn't say anything for a long moment. Charles left of his own accord, he's back in his life, he's fine - he's somewhere, not sucked against his will back into death or worse, and it spikes her with irritation to hear his departure compared to Victor's.

But she decides she's only thinking that because she and Charles never got on, and she bumps her head gently against Zane's chest like a cat.]

I know. 'E weren't 'appy about going while you were out, but no one knew 'ow long you'd be like that.

Take you to see 'im any time, you know that.