Gilbert smiled at Hestia as she opened the door, stepping inside. "Hello, Hestia." His eyes almost immediately dropped to her hand, focusing on it. "I am sorry it took me as long as it did. I tried to come over as quickly as possible, but I had to pack everything together so I could be sure that it would help you."
He held up the small black bag he had with him. He shut the door for her, gesturing toward her couch. They might as well get this hand taken care of. He hated to think of her in any sort of elongated pain. It was an unfortunate circumstance. "I shall make sure not to cause your hand more pain than it is already experiencing. Or...I shall at least endeavour to do so. I hope I do not make it worse."