In another voice, from another woman, Keyuri's softly spoken statement that she'd like him to walk him to her room could have been taken as a demand. As an order. From her lips, it came as she intended, telling him simply that she was quite alright with some company until she at least reached her door. It was bad enough being disoriented, having to deal with flashes of darkness among flashes of red light, and the hearing aid in her ear that she never enjoyed having in place. There was no desire in her to walk to her room, six floors above.
"Are you sure?" Despite the darkness, she hadn't missed the increase in his limp, no matter if he'd said that the original amount of limping had been just the way he walked. The elevators were bound to be out of order, and Keyuri's realization that it meant six flights of stairs meant little for her personally, but she didn't want to put him out if it wasn't necessary. "It's a long way. I'm on the second floor."