The concern of the less than appropriate abode would be second in concern, the ill child came first.
"Aye. Where is the child?" Darius would ask with a hint of command in his voice. Eyes on the man's weariness, I.E. the bags, as he made a mental note incase he had to ask some questions. Almost stepping in ontop of the man as he moved into the home, his duty sometimes outshining his manners.