Devon didn't know how to really answer that question. "He's... sick too," he finally settled on. "He needed some air so I opened the window for him." He paused, a frown pursing his lips. "Maybe you should go sit with him or something. I dunno. He doesn't look... very well at all." He didn't want to worry Will, but it wasn't like he wouldn't find out how ill Syn was regardless.
"I can help you to his room if you want," he offered. He felt like that was all he could really do. "Maybe you'll both feel better if you just rest for a bit."