Her heart twists painfully in her chest at the sight of how he looks, the way his ribs and hips are far too pronounced, but she makes it a point to not stare. Instead, she busies herself with grabbing her purse and the bag of his personal belongings, before adjusting her cardigan again so that she can hide the swell of her belly in case there are any nosy people around. By now she wouldn't doubt it, considering the way she had pulled all the stops to make Klaus's release a possibility, but it's fine. Based on how she fixes her clothes to fit that image that she has to keep up, it's obvious that she's well versed in doing this kind of thing.

As he begins walking, Allison tries to tell him to wait, but before she can he's already moving, and she just sighs under her breath as she rushes after him. "We could have waited for the wheelchair, you know."

Although, judging by the RN's expression when she had left the room, she idly wonders if she would have just left them waiting considering her disapproval of what they're doing.

Whatever she's thinking, it all goes away when she feels the way he reaches for her hand and, without hesitation, she laces her fingers with his. There had been a moment when this felt like something she wanted but wouldn't get, when she feared Klaus would tell her to leave or that he would find a way out on his own without letting her try to help, and she's just so glad that she had been wrong.

"She's very pretty," she answers with a small laugh, smiling up at him. Without her usual heels thanks to the pregnancy, she's back to the usual height differences they had the last time they had seen each other as teenagers, and she can't help but give his hand a gentle squeeze. "You can sleep in the car, I promise. Are you sure you don't want a wheelchair?"