Nightclothes? Women's nightclothes? His face contorts in horror, but then reason kicks in; she clearly cannot go herself, and the doctor is occupied.

So he says 'indeed,' and walks out to the bar to face this horror head on.

In the end, it is not so bad. He just mutters the words quietly, and Bar provides a bag which contains, he presumes, whatever she might need. He is certainly not going to look inside and check.

In the infirmary, he puts it quietly by her bed and clears his throat.

'If that will be all, I will leave you to recover.'