[Her comment about his name earns, in rapid succession: an amused look, a noncommittal shrug, and an ambivalent headshake. He's relieved when Kaine continues with the conversation, steering toward other subjects.

And he can't help but notice, in a detached sort of way, that she's...well, she's got a nice shape to her. But as his longing looks are the sole property of one Simon Eriksson these days, this realization mostly just inspires in him an awkward awareness of his own shirtless state. His eyes drift to the discarded tunic at the foot of the bed before flicking back to her.]

Well, I'd offer to team up with you, but I don't know how much help I'd be.

[His scoff is self-deprecating. In wondering what exactly she means by her "full strength", his thoughts turn back to something the robed apprentices had said. Something about magic and powers returning after the summoning wrings it all out of you. Obviously there has to be something supernatural involved in all this, but Wilhelm isn't sure what to make of any of it.

But he understands the sadness hiding in the shadow of her words when she says she's fine on her own. As alone as he feels here, it's not all that different from where he left off at home. Simon wouldn't talk to him. He couldn't trust his mother or August. And Erik was gone, in the ground. So that might be why he adds:]

But if you want someone to hang out with, or talk to, or whatever...

[He shrugs.

ooc: Thanks for the heads up!!]