Will carefully guides Nico into the infirmary room, his hands steady but gentle as he remains wary of the smaller boy’s unsteady steps, the scent of antiseptic hanging faintly in the air. His grip is firm yet reassuring, his golden brows furrowed slightly in quiet concern.

"Alright, you just sit here and relax while I get everything set up," Will says, his voice warm and soothing as he gestures toward a cot with crisp white sheets. He watches for any sign of resistance before stepping away, already mentally running through the supplies he’ll need.