Ari stepped in and made quick work of the locks. It was hardly a challenge when the bolts were right there; now, locking something by feel, from the opposite side of the door... but that was neither here nor there.
"Does this happen often?" she asked, attempting to keep her voice conversational and light. Clearly Aspel's sense of humor was still intact, so all could not be as dire as it looked. "Maybe you should keep a store of them under the counter," she suggested. "In case. But for today, I suppose, I will have to substitute. I come without the benefit of vile taste and oily texture, but I will simply have to do." Realistically, she wondered if Aspel needed a skilled doctor as well as a healer; she really couldn't set bones or stave off infections, but in the end, she supposed the older woman knew herself best.
Fighters were strange this way.
"We shall," she agreed, following where she was directed this time and approaching to ascend the stairs, though she did keep an eye on Aspel. If she stumbled or had trouble with the stairs, Ari would try to help. At least the armor was no hindrance this time, being already off.