Will was struggling, if he was honest. Well, they were all struggling, but he was finding it very tough. If he never ate porridge again in his life, itd be too soon, but it was all they had. He'd been mixing it with water to go further, making an oaty soup drink that he liked to imagine filled him up more.
The wound on his leg was also not healing. Without enough nutrients, or proper dressing, it was weeping and sore, and the skin around it was starting to feel tight and hot. It meant he didn't move from the bed very much, and when he did, he winced with pain.
But finally the tedium was broken by the return of the Sheriff, bursting in with no fanfare to grab Marian and drag her about. He sat up, grabbing hold of the edge of the cage.