[Elrond is just one of a thousand things to be worried about, but Wilhelm is worried anyway. Three days in this hellscape haven't carved out his soft, squishy parts yet. He's never seen his roommate, who ordinarily possesses such a sunny disposition, so dim of spirit. Well, just once — when Wilhelm accidentally invoked magic to draw his own anxiety out of him and dump it on Elrond.
When he'd woken up and found that Elrond was here too, he'd been...not relieved, because nothing in their prison inspires genuine relief. But it was a small mercy that his friend was alive, and a small comfort to have that fragment of familiarity close at hand.
Now, when Elrond folds himself up against the stony wall, Wilhelm slides down to join him. He's every bit as filthy and bloodied and ragged. All of him feels like a white flag of surrender.]
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When he'd woken up and found that Elrond was here too, he'd been...not relieved, because nothing in their prison inspires genuine relief. But it was a small mercy that his friend was alive, and a small comfort to have that fragment of familiarity close at hand.
Now, when Elrond folds himself up against the stony wall, Wilhelm slides down to join him. He's every bit as filthy and bloodied and ragged. All of him feels like a white flag of surrender.]
This has happened to you before?
[His voice is quiet; his eyes, sad.]