Wilhelm's shoulders rise up defensively at the dry bite in Zoya's question. Damn, sorry for asking. It takes most of his burgeoning maturity to refrain from grumbling anything under his breath. Anyway...as it turns out, everyone except for him apparently has a sixth sense about this sort of thing.

Shading his eyes, he attempts to figure out which way is west by the position of the sun. At this hour, with the sun perched high in the sky, it's hard to determine. He'll just wait for one of his companions to correct their course so he can follow.

"What, are they evil horses or something?" This is directed at Nikolai, drenched in sarcasm.

As they turn west, his eyes drift to Kell. He's been worried about his friend since Rhy left at the beginning of spring. It's a hard thing, losing a brother. He's glad to see him out of the castle, far away from the cavern of the library and the sad funk of their shared room.