It was like the mention of his name called Bloody Mary from behind the bedroom door. As Iestyn started to gesture towards it, the door was thrown open and the man himself appeared. Spending three days in his room by himself hadn't done Will any favours. His normally rakish hair stood up in odd directions from being slept on. He was dressed in baggy pyjama bottoms and a teeshirt that was very loose around the collar and hung over one shoulder so they could see the top of his sling keeping his right arm immobile to his chest underneath. His nose was still covered in gauze, but the visible parts of his face were a splash of purples and greens, one eye still blacked and puffy, but both tired. He glowered at the two of them, looking quite fearsome for a moment, so much so that Iestyn actually took a step back.
He was actually glowering because he'd been asleep and his room was dark, and the light was making his head hurt, but he'd heard Tuck's voice so made himself get up even if he didn't want to see a stranger right now. He fixed his gaze on his friend.
"Tuck," he said gruffly in greeting. "Well you don't look too shaken."