Sophia had the grace to look completely apologetic, as she wheeled the stubborn woman to door to Hansel's room. Knocking lightly not to disturb. "Lady Marian, if he's sleeping I'm going to take you right back to your room, but you can see for yourself that he's okay." As okay as a man that had been hit by a car could be. It was a little strange that he was the older version of her boyfriend.
Carefully she pushed the door open and eased the chair in slowly so it didn't squeak.