Ivan doesn't hold him back, just nods and opens his arms to let him go. Internally, he marks any further appointments with the man as up in the air. There's no telling if he'll ever see him again; and for a moment Ivan wants to say something. Being Betan fails him the once, and he nods.

"You're free to," is what he says instead, gesturing at the door and making no motion to pull him back. It's his choice, after all.