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Will is doing a little better. There are so many new people and things that he's found himself spending most of his time outside in his tree or with Kate.

The ache in him that's missing Sherwood and home is almost painful as he sits in his tree and watches the world below.

(OOC: I EP finally, the headvoice got shy on me. Fair warning for angst with the outlaw.)

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"It's sort of a double edged sword," Dinah says. "My world's full of metas, but they're not all heroes."

"Oh aye, milady, must be 'ard. Just so strange for me is all."

"I imagine it's no harder than a world where everyone - good and bad - has no powers," Dinah says. "You can find villiany anywhere."

He rubs at his wrist again,

"Oh aye, milady, just 'ave to do all ye can to keep those who canna."

Another concerned glance at his wrist, but Dinah nods.

"I know you understand," she says.

"What have you been doing since getting here?"

"Na too much. Went with Sam an Kate to the Coast an found it full o'Fae an came back. Since then just been tryin' to 'eal an Kate's teachin' me to read. Wish to do more but still 'urtin' is all."

"Well, don't push yourself too hard," Dinah says. "But don't let yourself atrophy too much. When you're better healed, I'd love to spar with you a couple of times."

The need to take care of wounded heroes is clearly something she's picked up from Babs.

"Been goin' through me sword forms e'ery day, makes me feel I'm o'some use still."

"It's good to keep in shape," Dinah agrees. "I hope you get better quickly."

"Oh aye, willna let anyone else down."

Dinah frowns, first forward, then at him.

"Don't think like that," she says. "I'm sure you didn't let anyone down."

He moves in on himself a bit more,

"'fore 'ppeared 'ere, 'eard Robin's 'orn, 'e shouldna 'ad to risk 'imself to save me. Didna break but didna wish to be a trap for 'im, better to let me 'ang."

Dinah fills in a bit of the picture herself, while inhaling heavily and letting it out slowly, trying not to shake.

"Listen to me, Will. Heroes like Robin, they rescue the people they love when they're in trouble. You didn't let him down."

"Got caught cause I was stupid, course I did."

"It's easy to blame yourself," Dinah says. "Believe me, I know. But it happens. It's not your fault."

He just shakes his head and keeps rubbing at his wrists, showing the scars as the shirt sleeve moves,

"Was though."

"Will."

Dinah reaches for him, and gently but firmly removes his hand.

"It's natural to blame yourself, but it's also going to stop you from healing. You have to let it go."

"Why? I may be livin' but I'm naught 'ere but a broken man."

"Then you just need time to mend," Dinah tells him. "You have Kate, and when your back's better you can have your swordwork. There's lots of good to be done out there."

"Is better, gets better each day an will 'elp 'unt an such to feed e'eryone, can do that."

He moves slightly to show her his healing back as proof, he's not that bad really.

"It is healing well."

Dinah speaks from the experience of having seen a lot of injuries.

Then her voice gets soft again.

"It'll get better, Will. I promise."

He nods again and looks up into the green of the tree before he speaks,

"Thank ye, just wish to be strong."

Dinah places a hand on his shoulder.

"I know," she says. "And you are, I can tell."

"Forgive me for goin' on so. Who are the friends that came with ye?"

"It's no problem."

Dinah peers out across the fields, and points at the Aerie One. "See that? That's the Aerie One. Zinda Blake, she's our ace pilot, and my friend Babs is somewhere around the farm - she's in a wheelchair?"