This seems as resolved as it's going to be, on his end. Lance feels anxiety pulsing from his heart to his fingertips: it's too familiar, too soon. Decades? Too soon.
But the woman is safe, as is the babe, and that's what matters.
He gives an awkward, standoffish nod of acknowledgment as he steps back out the inn door, relieving himself of the situation-- or it of him. He has to get some sleep before his shift.

He needs fresh air.