Although both girls were clearly worried and panicking at this point, it was easy to see which more was outwardly about it -especially when Will slid down to the ground. The satyr was on him in an instant, with warm caring hands to try and keep him upright for a moment looking to Isabella with big eyes. "Oh my gosh Will! Should I go get someone?! I'll go get someone! Wait- well I don't want to leave you if-"
"Rose," Isabella knew even if it was a headache or de-hydration or something along those lines for Will, her panicked squeaking probably wasn't helping. "Calm down. He's probably just tired, go get Chiron ok? Or one of the camp nurses, if you have something like that. And a bottle of water." Rose opened her mouth to reply but was silenced by the look in Isabellas eyes, it wasn't demanding or harsh but rather looked like she knew what she was doing. Looking back to Will she fumbled with steps for a moment before rushing off with the intention of following all the orders even though it killed her to leave.
"Will," Isabella crouched down beside him but at a good space. She didn't want to hover if he felt sick. "I need you to be honest with me, if you feel like your going to black out or something you need to tell me so we can get you somewhere better. If you really do think you just need a rest, then by all means keep silent and take your time." There was something odd in her voice, it wasn't as spunky or lively as usual but rather on a softer note.