[Hector nods. He won’t press the issue. His presence here is a risk, there’s no denying that.]

I hope for your sake that you’re right. You doubtless know the castle better than I.

[There are supplies in his quarters that he’d hoped to collect- fresh clothes, a weapon for the journey, among other things- but having been granted this much, he’s not going to press his luck further. Nothing is irreplaceable, aside from his little menagerie.]

I’ll make sure we’re not seen leaving here.