Jesus, that was fucking dark. It hadn't occurred to him before; he'd assumed that, because she was one of them, she could move freely among them, that she had nothing to fear from them. Family was the one thing Will had always been able to rely on without question: the Merry Men could be chaotic and impetuous and downright bloody ridiculous at times, but they always, always had each other's back, no matter what.
They were straying somewhere close to the very thing Clio was trying to leave behind tonight, so Will pivoted, trying to lighten the mood. "We used to throw some cracking parties back in the Sherwood days. Rustle up a proper old feast, no expense spared, then wait by the road to nab a guest of honour to eat with us and then pay for it all." He huffed a laugh. "That was how I met Catherine of Aragon, actually. Egg on all our faces that day. We didn't recognise her, but you'd better believe she recognised us."