Douglas would have followed her but the urgency of his bladder caused him to take that path first.  After a longer time than most would expect and a long stream of liquid hitting the bowl, the sound of the flush followed.  He washed his hands and dried them finally going back out the hall to look for that kitchen again to double-check on her.  He leaned on the door jam and glanced in.  His jacket was still up in the room with Tristan and his shirt now untucked and top buttons undone showing his red curled toss of chest hair over his muscled torso that peeked out of the v of the shirt.

"Lass, I 'ope what 'appened earlier 'as nae caused yu troubles."