Will shifts his weapon to his other hand, carefully moving around the downed creatures. He'll have to keep an eye on them to make sure they don't spontaneously reanimate or something – that happened once, earlier; it was great. He slides around until he's close enough to Wolfgang to put one careful, gloved hand on his shoulder, making sure to stay out of the line of fire should he actually throw up. “We should get back to base camp and get you cleaned up,” he says, and he's talking a little like he used to talk to his youngest sister when she got into scrapes and hurt herself, but only a little. This is about as far from that as they could get.