He watched as Iris sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Her arm looked better - though 'better' here meant 'not bleeding' - and her color was better, and she was talking. That meant she was at least up for being supported while moving. Not ideal, but good anyway.
As the women departed he glanced between Micah and the other man, noting the sharpness in that tone and realizing that there very well might be something here he didn't want to get involved in. So long as he stayed businesslike, Will figured, nobody would bother him with anything except where to go next, what to do next.
"If the house has running water and a firepit, we can at least clean some of it." Basic survival skills. "Better sick than dead."