Chuck almost wants to let him soak a few minutes because it's not even as though Raleigh shared any plan with him or anything, but he answers it pretty promptly, an unamused look on his face.

He wants to snap something like isn't the party missing him and then--

--he sees what he's holding, and the words stop in his throat. He's frozen for several seconds, sure he's going to wake up--because he has dreamed this before, Raleigh, his pelt, dreams that were so real.

"That's." he has to swallow to be able to say anything. "Is it?"