I feel as though you are miss attributing my apology, Lioriley. [But as he watches her, her lack of sleep IS obvious, enough so that he considers his next steps carefully. He finally settles on setting a hand on her shoulder, stepping over in order to gently guide her inside.

It's an awkward shuffling of positions, but he manages one way or another, and in the same motion sets the satchel he'd been wearing on the ground, forgotten for now.]

You look exhausted. I have some herbs that should provide some comfort.