After Deyja threw up on the ground, Will instinctively moved away, from him. Then, Ryle started giving him looks, and he scooted back over to his sick friend. "Hey, Deyja," he began awkwardly, "come on buddy, you've gotta snap out of it!" He finished stifling an angered yell. Realizing that probably wouldn't work, he took a deep breath and put his arm around the younger boy before he could respond if he chose to. After that he looked back at Ryle and mirrored her look, knowing that even though she probably wasn't that good with words, she would definitely do a better job at knowing how to speak to people than he was. Hmmph, he snorted grimly as he thought, this has turned out to be a bad day.