Some of the tension drained out of Will's shoulders as well, and he swiftly crossed the room to Clio. Reaching her, he wrapped a reassuring arm round her shoulders and brushed a light kiss to her temple. "How's about I put some tea on? Reckon we could all do with it. You want anything else from the kitchen?"
Hermes' admonition lingered uncomfortably in his thoughts. He didn't know how seriously he ought to take it. If it was the kind of thing that would go clean out of Hermes' mind like water through a sieve (because it didn't concern Hermes directly) or if it was the kind of thing he'd fixate on (because of some bullshit proprietary sentiment toward his sisters). The last thing the Merry Men needed was another powerful person on their arse.
Fuck. Deal with it later. For now, there was a closed door between them and Hermes, and Will felt all the better for it.