Let him rest; go walk the grounds.
From Create Your Own Story
You leave him with a heavy heart, feeling his eyes on you as you leave his chamber. Suddenly the mansion feels suffocating to you and you feel yourself forced out into the damp Welsh air to breath. Mind buzzing distractingly you walk around the house, eyes drifting lazily into the fog.
You try not to think about the possible death sentence looming over William. You understand the consequences; yes only half of werewolf attacks end with infection but most of those cases involved glancing attacks, not the full on mauling dear William recieved. His risk is higher, higher than probably he knows. The fog swirls and moans menacingly, making you hate the weather in a futile little way. Wales was always ugly, even in those days, but the family made it beautiful. And now this fog has started it's long mission to make them as ugly and twisted as the land around them.
The walk has not helped your mind in the slightest, leaving you anxious in the waning hours up until dinner time. You've unpacked and cleaned up when the call arrives and you prepare to go downstairs to eat.
