Fleur was wrapped up in her room with a bottle of bad shiraz and a glass, and had the wireless set to some French station playing classical music, so she doubted her ears for a moment. Cursing rather eloquently in French, she wiped at her red eyes, put her glass aside, and threw a robe over her nightgown, before going to the door.
She just stared for a moment when she opened it, and blinked, thinking he would disappear. "what are 'oo doing 'ere?" She asked, even as she opened the door and let him in, trying to stand a bit further away, because her control was less than usual. "'Oo could get in trouble!"
Never mind that she looked like she had been put through the ringer.