Hansel was less inclined to leave their room just yet. He knew it would come eventually, likely when he'd gotten his head back on straight and dealt with their current situation and everything else running through his head. It hadn't happened yet. He was still surly, still sluggish and unwilling to really interact with anything beyond Gretel.
But with the town in the state it was, the talk of possessions and dream comas, and Gretel convinced him that they needed to lend some kind of help just to stop the potential spreading of it all. He couldn't offer an argument to the logic, with meant there they were.