She was uneasy, that much plainly obvious in her attempt to busy herself at her dresser fiddling with various items set with meticulous care (by the house-elves, or her mother, who was to know) to adorn the cherry wood. It had been just the other day, she mused, that another wizard she had never expected in these quarters had found himself there, and now Elphias, who was probably the last wizard on earth she had ever thought to see standing in her room again. The tension pricked at the back of her neck.

"A new comforter," he said, at length, his eyes falling onto the familiar bed. "I liked the old one better."

She was laughing.

Quietly at first and without thought, she found herself shaking at the perfection of not only the statement, but the timing of it. She'd always told him he had brilliant comic timing, something he'd always made a show of shrugging off each instance. This only proved it further for her. Considering she had been greviously tense a moment ago and now was shaking her head with amusement, he had done something right.

"You would," she said as she moved to it, moving a hand over the new comforter. Turning to him then, her expression was soft when it fell to his and her hand reached out to touch his own, "You're exhausted. I can see it."

Fingers brushed fingertips before she was taking a step to him and pressing her thumb to his palm as if to urge him into action, "Come lay down."