B gives Annie enough time to at least be awake, aware, and hopefully not in too much misery. Death tolls last a while, though, and as much as he'd rather let her be recovered, he doesn't want to avoid her for a week, either.

So here he is, coming in with his usual comfort food in case she's capable of drinking, and as something warm to hold if she's not: mugs of hot cocoa.

He knocks gently on Godric's door, with metal knuckles so she knows it's him and can tell him to fuck off if she wants to.