Catching that glance, Sam nodded. She gave Will's arm another soft squeeze, this time, to reassure; she would've lifted her hand to pat his shoulder, instead, but for the boy accepting the support she'd offered. “C'mon, let's have a look at that leg. Be a bit easier if you sit on his steps.” She urged him towards Breakdown but didn't step towards him herself, not wanting Will to forced forward. He was having a rough enough night as it was, and while startling was almost inevitable, given the witchcraft she wanted to work one thing, she didn't want to scare the kid.

“Want to open up? We could use your cab light.”