[ He knows her well. Knows that she'd fuss about having nothing to do to help, like a shaken bottle, full of pent-up energy. She deflates a little when he does outfit her with a task, smiling faintly, grateful. ]

That I can do. [ Of course. It's only a small favor, but she's more than happy to do it, to feel a little less helpless than she has this past week. The Inquisitor moves immediately, stepping into his room and retrieving the figures and the room as he's requested before slipping out of their borrowed home. ]

I won't take very long and I'll be there. Can you see me now, or would you rather rest, and I'll stop by later?