“Try not to focus on the wings. Nobody here has wings.” Will sighed. Of course, suggesting that almost guaranteed focus, but there was so much going on in Elijah’s head. He needed to take a breath. Will could even suggest that the light and the smoke and the starvation had been playing tricks on Elijah’s mind, and if he insisted hard enough, he could get Elijah to believe him. Did he want to though? Did Elijah deserve to know? “Don’t you worry about us. We’ve seen worse. We’ve done worse. You just need to eat and rest and reset, and you’ll be better in the morning.”