Largely because he never learns his lesson. Exits left open, keys to locks hanging in plain sight, no guard posted at the window...

[Krile does not feel like laughter, so she takes several bites of food to stave it off. It has been a very long...whatever amount of time passed up there, and she still cannot quite believe it is all real. Even though she sits here in a veritable city-state of tents and revelry, with a sky absent its familiar stars and constellations.

She looks at Alisaie sidelong, expression partially hidden by hood and wayward hair.]

He must have been worried.