There was still the faintest twinge in Charles' jaw at the touch, an unconscious reaction to the touch that was once something familiar to him, but he didn't pull away. At least not until he noticed movement somewhere beyond Aurus, something that took his focus from the sylvari to past him and realized they were not alone. Even here, those society norms pressed into his mind since he was born came to surface and he pulled back, eyes going wide. It wasn't even a conscious reaction, one mixed with surprise as he started to realize what was around them, but it was there lingering under the layers of his skull.

But joy started to come to his face, a certain kind of awe, that was almost like that of a child as he started to look around, really look around, at a world not only so different in design than his own but colored in ways that he might have only seen in a story book. It was beautiful, like being in the depths of some exotic jungle, yet the colors could match nothing on Earth. All too deep, too pigmented, too bright, yet incredible beyond any words he had. His fingers wanted to reach up and grasp the lights dancing above his head, wondering if he could. He wanted to touch the strange plants around him just to feel their texture.

He laughed, just a sound of quiet joy, a grin splitting his lips. The alien world around him was enough to draw him from his fear, for now.