The heavier the concern in Istredd's expression, the sharper Wilhelm's annoyance gets. He feels better than he has in days, energy burning away his exhaustion, hope taking root in the deep cracks of fear. It's frivolous to worry about a few scrapes. Istredd does have a point, though, about the dangers lurking out here in the dark: there's still plenty to be afraid of.

Still...he's desperate to see Erik again. His imprint comes and goes, but he stays longer the more Wilhelm talks, as if his words tether him there. And Wilhelm can't talk with him when others are around. He doesn't them to think he's cracked. Quickly, he thinks up an excuse.

"I just need to take a piss." Rolling his eyes, he tries to brush off Istredd's hands. "Or is that not allowed?"