I was going to just come in, if you had it unlocked...

[He lets out a defeated sort of sigh. He can't win, can he? Hansa follows her inside, closing the door - and then making a shooing motion to her.]

Go. Go back to the bed. Don't wait for me. [....Wait is he making a shooing motion to a saint? Goodness. Father Ceravntes would have his head.] Uh. Take your time. Don't open your wounds on account of me.