Knowing that his weapon was waiting outside of the hall was a bit offputting. Or rather, he was not sure how to feel about that other than "stifling." He could fully understand the term "mother hen" now, or at least get a very good idea. But despite his grievances, he understood that Liz was worried about him and despite his own stubbornness, this was probably the best course of action.

So once he was finished changing and had done his usual nightly routine—it had been quite some time since he had been in his room—he called out to her.

"I'm going to bed now, Liz, so you can quit standing out there."