"Good."

He doesn't say much else than that, and instead focuses on getting Raleigh to somewhere safer, a place that is far enough from the beach so that they aren't spotted and aren't in danger of being ambushed.

It's a long, tense hike, and Chuck isn't satisfied with anywhere they pause fora good long while. Eventually though, he eases Raleigh to the ground and quickly scouts the area before coming back and squatting in front of him. The blood has dried on his face at this point and he probably looks more like a deranged wildman than a terrified fifteen year old, but he doesn't care.

"How's the legs?" He reaches, grips Raleigh's shin with his hand, fingers gently pressing into muscle.