Will could see the gears working in Leila's head. And, sure enough, eventually, she stood up, holding out the wine bottle for him to take. He smiled, taking the bottle and handing her the knife in return. He followed her out, but went a different direction from there. First, to drop the half-empty bottle back to Kat's room. His sword never left his side, but he still had to try and get his hands on some armour. Attacking a medic who had their back turned while working on an innocent would be exactly something that the "Queen's" men would do. Luckily, he found a piece of chainmail that just covered his torso. It wasn't ideal, but it would at least protect most of his vital organs.
And then, finally, it was to see his sister and tell her goodbye. They kept it brief, neither wanting to dwell on the forthcoming events. So he took the pack, said his goodbyes, and followed the rest out to the woods. He quickly caught up to the head of the group and followed Kat closely. Once upon a time, traversing these trees had been difficult for him. But tonight, he could keep up easily, his feet light trees almost seeming to part around them.
On entering the city, Will felt his stomach drop and twist at the carnage. At first, he forced himself to follow his team- but he couldn't stop himself from stopping to check pulses, to listen for frightened breaths, to watch a shadow a little longer to check that it wasn't human. All he found was dead bodies, people he was too late to save.
He rolled the hilt of his sword nervously in his hand, watching the surrounding streets and alleys as Kat called for them to come out. They'd been startlingly thorough, showing no mercy- not even to children. Kids who were too young to defend themselves. Kids who hadn't even been able to run. This was worse than ever before.