It was understandable that he didn't want visitors, but it did confirm in a way that he hadn't left if he wasn't willing to let anyone in. Which meant he hadn't seen a doctor and probably hadn't eaten decently that day, although she wasn't sure what it meant that she was worried more about his diet than her own. A sigh, and her forehead thunked against the door. She wasn't daft enough to think that her presence wasn't going to cause well-deserved backlash, but it wasn't enough to keep her away. After all, she expected some level of negativity directed at her every time they met.
Setting the pot of stew down by the door, Mabelle dug through her pockets, not remembering which she had placed the key. It had taken her some time due to everything else she was carrying, and he probably had thought whoever was outside had left by then, but eventually she was unlocking the door and letting herself inside. "Hello," she tested the waters.