[ The moment he asks that question, Ange's cheeks grow red in shame. In realisation. ]

Oh-- I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have kept you occupied for so long.

[ Not while Martin is in this state. Only barely back from the dead, clearly sick, exhausted.

It instantly makes her fuss. ] You should go lie down in bed. Do you need me to help you get there? Or bring you anything else? I can leave after that, so you can get some rest.