Bard has thought himself alone in the house since the front door went and locked itself, and while strictly speaking that's still true, his ears have become so attuned to the sound of crying that it doesn't take long to notice that he has company all the same. He's walking to the door before he even has a chance to think about it, doubtful that a way out will present itself now where it hadn't before but unable to ignore the years-old instinct to make sure nobody's broken anything.

He stands at the door a moment, not entirely sure what he can even do right now, before speaking in a voice he hopes is loud enough to be heard. "Are you hurt out there?"