Morgan's first reaction was almost instantaneous, and it was to tell her no. He didn't like being around people, as portrayed before, and he really didn't feel like going back. Still, he would not be the man that Sammuel had raised him to be if he let her walk back in her condition alone. The last thing the poor woman needed was some sort of infection.
Besides, there was something...oddly comforting about her presence, there was no denying that. She, he stood up, and gave her a slight half-smile. "Very well, My Lady, however, I have one condition." He wandered to his back room, still speaking loud enough for her to hear him. "I'm going to ask you that you do not call me Mr. Alistair. I fear I do not live up to be worthy of that man's name."
He re-emerged from his bedroom, donned with a fresh shirt. He wasn't wearing any shoes. "Add to that the fact that it makes me feel old. You can simply call me Morgan, my lady." And then, he even surprised himself by offering her his arm. "Shall we?"