He almost wishes that Ekkehardt hadn't given him a choice. He usually makes bad ones. And he's not sure he's really prepared for this besides.

But he follows Ekkehardt in and watches the way the door glows. A lock? A silencing spell? Something else? Whatever it is, he doesn't get to ask.

He rubs nervously at his arm. "Well I... I have a few older injuries. Just a few small fractures. Maybe you'd know what to do with them?" He puts on a bracing smile.