Narcissa took them and glanced them over. They were, in fact, much nicer than what she was currently sleeping on. She swallowed and forced herself to meet his gaze, "Thank you, Rodolphus. It is very kind of you to bring me these. I will replace my former bedsheets this evening." She set them down on the coffee table and sat down on the barely acceptable sofa. Narcissa tried her best not to think about how soiled the furniture was in the house. It made her squirm when she got to thinking too much about it all.
She took a deep breath and waved her hand in a nonchalant manner, "Oh, very well. It is much better than where I was before. There was no front door and it was quite chilly. I understand that we all had to make do with what we had, but I am ever so grateful that these are ready for us to live in. They are a bit nicer." Minus the leaky ceiling, of course.
"And how are you doing?" Narcissa inquired politely in return.