At least in throwing a fight it meant Will didn’t get so many bruises as actually losing. Still, days of living off the one so-called meal a day, and stolen bites of porridge that he had to close his eyes to eat, meant that he was starting to get a little irritable. Being trapped inside without seeing the sun was also making him feel on-edge. He wished he could get a reassuring word from outside. It might help bolster his spirit somewhat.
He followed Elijah with a short grunt, rolling his shoulder as he followed. He’d landed kind of heavily on it, and it was feeling sore. An ice pack would do wonders, but… some food that wasn’t the same old might help too. When he sat down on the edge of his bed, he folded one leg up and had one resting on the floor, his knee jigging up and down and betraying his generally unsettled mood.