It's not hard getting Will out of the chair. The hard part was moving him in such a way that he couldn't see Riley. He twisted and shifted so he could at least see the bed and the vague shape of his boyfriend in it. If Riley sat up, he'd see that, too, so this was okay. That stilled him and he eventually moved to wrap his arms around Jiang Cheng and lay his head against his shoulder to cry. Sorry for the tears and snot on your robes, JC. It's not pretty crying.

Wanyin's presence was a great comfort, even if Will couldn't express it in the moment. He was calm and his voice soothing. Just like a leader should be in a time of crisis. Will nodded slightly against his shoulder at the question, then lifted his head to give a proper answer.

"Would you, please?"

Riley's already been affected by the strange magics of this place once. Could it be something like that happening again? Or maybe their own kind somehow found a way to get to him. Surely Will would recognize the influence of his own people, though... He was at a loss.