The change of subject was enough to jostle Will out of his own head for a moment, and he realised with a touch of chagrin he was being a mardy-arse again. Al had come in here with a coffee, praised his work, and here he was stewing in his own rammel. "Better," he said. "It's... you know how it is," although neither of them did, in truth. "Day at a time. But she's healing up. Feelin' more herself, I reckon. Having Ella back home's made a difference."