When Henry entered the common room he saw Ellie's stuff all strewn over the place, and he immediately dropped to his knees and started folding her clothes. It seemed a logical place to start - as logical a place as any. He glanced over at Ellie, reclined on a couch, and frowned slightly.
"Are you sure you're all right?" he asked, concerned. "I could get you some pain potion, if you need. Or massage? I'm told I'm all right at massaging."
It didn't actually take all that long to fold her clothes and assemble them in Ellie's trunk, and Henry spent the minutes studiously not looking at the exposed skin of Ellie's legs, her garters and her stockings. He was only a man, after all.