Istredd keeps a hold on him regardless, not wanting him to slip out of his grasp and keep wandering. It's difficult in here, he can only do so much to counter what is making them all sick in the head. Sometimes it is downright impossible. He doesn't know how much longer it'll be before they truly turn on each other, and he won't have enough strength to get between every conflict.

The lack of concern about the fungus growing into his body is concerning all on its own. Istredd looks at him and his eyes slightly widen at that, before he decides it must be the delirium speaking. If that's what it can be called.

"It is a big deal. You don't want to turn out like the woman with the strange head, do you?"

Istredd means the acolyte who has been going around, looking bizarre and acting bizarre. Hopefully Wilhelm is not interested in going that far. Istredd does loosen his hold on Wilhelm's arm but only because he puts his hand on the other one too. Keeping him grounded.

"We need to go back to the group, it's dangerous separated."