Sighing, Charlie scooped up Fleur again and carried her toward and into the house. It wasn't as though he could really blame her for not wanting to talk about whatever it was. He wasn't exactly forthcoming himself, but Fleur's current state made him resolute in not burdening either his sister-in-law or his brother with his own troubles.
"It's all right, Fleur, really," he whispered, trying not to be too terribly loud so as not to wake his brother. "Let's get you to bed, eh? Or...maybe to a bit of a shower first... No offense, sister dear, but you smell like bar."