William followed along quietly enough, opting for observation over conversation. He didn't like the sound of this "Miss Avalia", or Avalai, or whatever. His political side ruffled its feathers from the blatant disregard of the voice- she clearly expected them to come, and to come [i]now[/i], regardless of their occupation at the moment. 

But when he walked into the room, falling slightly behind Anrah as a habit- his mother was stronger than him, or at least, it felt like... and it just felt natural to fall behind the one whom he felt may or may not be stronger than him. Either way, he jumped with an uncertainness in the presence of the coven leader, his writer's side coming out. 

"Aye, a gracious and kind gesture indeed, to shelter new fledgelings like us, regardless if any of you here were the ones that... turned us. A mighty helpful thing it is, not to be alone." He followed Anrah's motions, and bowed as he started, trying to be elegant (though whether or not he was is up for debate, but it's the thought that counts... right?)