Ragdoll slipped away, not bothering to follow the two up the stairs. It was time to go back to William's chambers, he thought, and prepare for the morning. It wouldn't be much longer.

Masks and leashes, oh my! It was quite lucky he'd chosen to follow the cultists. He had a few ideas, now, on how to proceed. And while they would prove unpleasant he was sure, if it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly, and all that.

He slipped back into the room, examining the masked figure crouched at Billy's bedside. He could possibly take its place... but no. It would probably be more useful at the ceremony itself, and he wasn't sure he wanted that mask back yet. Who knew what had been done to it? Ewww.

"I'll be waiting in the courtyard, homunculus," he said quietly, after a minute. "Lead him there. I really am terribly sorry you'll have to die, but you understand, yes?"

He was certain he could conceal himself behind a statue or something, even if he had to contort himself to do it. Perhaps he'd check in with the others and let them know what was happening, and what was going to happen.