Making up his mind, Wilhelm stops fidgeting with the door handle and steps fully into the room. The door shuts with a click behind him.

Though he shuffles closer to the bed, he maintains a buffer of a few feet. This is out of respect for Kell, on whose pain he feels that he's intruding, and out of fear to see Rhy resembling death so closely. His breath trembles, thoughts spinning to his own brother, who lies just as still worlds away and six feet in the earth.

"Isn't there, like...some spell or potion that could wake him up?"

He chews on a thumbnail, grasping for a plan, as if Kell hasn't already turned every possibility inside out.

"This castle is full of fucking mages, there has to be some way to help him."