Merlin, help him. Will knew Diana to be a tad stubborn sometimes, but this streak today was going to get her hurt. First, the goblins at Gringotts and now this. Even he felt as though he ought to be tucked home safe, and he would've been if it weren't for his mother.

Then, Diana had to add insult to injury by casting her patronus. Will watched in awe as the doe bounced around them, the memory of the first time it leaped to fruition playing on a loop in his head. Was she using the same memory? Did she know she was the light he focused on when casting his own patronus?

"Alright, then." He conceded with a huff. Quickly, before Diana could take care of it herself, Will levitated the stun bird and gestured for her to start moving. "After you."