Will walked at the back with Much on the way to the castle, asking about what they had missed. He had been reliably informed that Allan had been more tired, and had become smaller- which was one of the things that prompted Robin to suspect him, that they had hardly raided a coach and that Allan was not the only person acting strangely.
"Just before it happened- Allan was trying to go back to sleep- and Alistair was having none of it."
"What?" Alistair had always been an easygoing guy- less so than his brother, who had become instant friends with Allan- being just one year Allan's elder- but having none of it?
"He kicked him- rather hard in the back. Perhaps he had suspicions." Will found himself looking at the strong man in front of him- a kick from him, even a light one could seriously harm a man of Allan's size, especially if he had been in a weakened state as they said. Will did not like this, he smelled a rat- and it was not Allan- he couldn't see him going back. The things Allan had confided to him about what Gisborne had done to him whilst... he wouldn't have gone back. Will was not as blind as Robin- he spent his time watching the movements of the others- you can learn a lot about a person by watching them when they think no ones looking. He watched Alistair. Unlike everyone else, he seemed less worried about his brother when no one was watching- which told will he was exaggerating his worries- most men would be the opposite, put on a brave front. Things just... didn't seem right.