Well..... better safe than sorry. Even if they're not here, at least you'll feel better!

[He should be discouraging paranoia in a kid this age, shouldn't he? But..... He remembers that feeling all too well. The constant sense of being hunted and watched. The panic that sometimes gripped his chest and throat like a vise, sinking icy claws in until it hurt just to breathe. Anything that could keep it at bay, even just a little..... it was worth it.

He doesn't try to make her come down. Will cheats instead, hopping up and grabbing the ledge with his free hand, boosting himself up the rest of the way with a psychic nudge so he can sit near Ib.]

We can keep an eye out better up here, too. My name is Will! What's yours?