He fell silent as well, the yellow pinpoint pupils turning an orangish-red the only facial sign that there was a flare of rage under the surface. He looked to Rose, then to Wanda, several things expressed in that silent exchange.
He moved forward automatically when the couch was noted. Billy was light to him, but not so for Wanda. He was almost fully grown. He did his best to move the stomach muscles as little as possible, but the only grace was Wanda's healing had helped the young man some.
"Allow me," he said quickly in his usual robotic tone when Wanda stood. It was better if she stay with the two. They knew her, and Billy was obviously seeking her aid more than his. He float off his toe, then drift swiftly through the wall, intent on finding less bloody clothing for the two to don.