A breath rushes out in his relief, finding her actually giving way. Even angry, this is something. She can be angry all she wants if she's going to listen.

"Señor Ekkehardt has a private room this way." He points a little with his cane. "He's let me use it for check-ins before, I don't think he'll mind." He kind of hopes his arm isn't still in there but he can cross that bridge when they get to it.

"I... I'll need your help to open the door," He says, a little guiltily. "This one's got a handle and I can't grab it right now."