Her halo is a permanant oil slick puddle shimmering around her head.

A bit of a savior complex which is weighing on her heavily. Charlotte has wholly accepted the role of the guide, the angel, the shepard, the miracle maker, but now there's no room to be "Charlie" anymore. She's doing her best to act the way she thinks the others want. It's her fault they're like this in the first place, after all. She owes it to them to be everything they need. She has to be what everyone needs. She has to catch others in her arms, because who else will?