“Will, what are you doing with him?” She spoke in a low voice, glancing back at James sprawled out by the fire. “He can help us,” said Will. “He has helped us. He opened that gate.” “I know why he’s here. I meant why are you fluffing his pillow?” “I’m,” said Will, “not fluffing his—” “He’s the Betrayer. You don’t need to give him a hot drink and a blanket.”
