Will scoffs at the last bit of commentary, and it's partially being unaware and partially embarrassment at the compliment. "Maybe after the whole werewolf thing..." he mutters, but there's a smile on his face.

Once the next drawing is viewable, though, his face falls. It's a nice portrait of them both, if a bit surreal itself. In the picture, they're turned away from each other. His own face portrayed a myriad of emotions- anger, sorrow, wistfulness, resolve. Alana's was serene, her eyes closed. If Will's mind didn't work a mile a minute, he might have had some time to enjoy it.

"That's Alana Bloom," he replies, taking in a breath and blowing it out. "Before we fought the Red Dragon, he told me...about his promise to her. That she could be blind and forget what she saw, when she caught him attacking Jack. But if she didn't, he would come for her someday. Maybe..." Maybe he'd done it. Or was planning it, at the very least. "I can't imagine even any version of me that...continued would let him do it."