[ A quick glance inside the bag confirms the presence of food and necessities, and Diarmuid hefts both of them easily in one hand, stepping away from the door to let Lien in. ]

I don't think she would refuse, no.

[ She's in no condition to contest, is also his assessment; she's ill, which is to some extent, his fault, and he has a feeling she doesn't have enough energy to fight Lien off. ]

If you would like to speak with her, she's in her room, though I can't say to what extent she'll be able to converse.