[Charlie watches Stiles' face, studying his expression carefully before tucking herself under his chin. Her fingers slowly trace small circles and lines and patters on his back in an attempt to help him feel a bit better. Somehow. It's a distraction for her, anyway.]

Talk to me. Tell me...I don't know. Tell me at least one good thing that happened today and I'll do the same for you.

[They will talk about the bad stuff later. For now, she doesn't want to dwell on it. She still feels the itch of fire under her skin and calming herself down from earlier is a bit difficult.]