It makes sense. It's sensible, even, something Anders doesn't usually expect from nobility. ...Not that most nobles would be so concerned by someone dying they would come down to ask if they could have been saved. She's not acting the way he expected.

"And there's no telling when I'd come up, as there could have been an emergency, of course."

He looks around. There aren't any patients left, the classes have wrapped, and what isn't done he can done during lunch tomorrow if he brings food down. Anders shrugs and washes his hands in the basin.

"Would you like company on the way back up, when you're ready?"