"Soap," Chris said, blinking at the other man for a moment, then shaking his head. "We needed more soap and the House Elves were busy with various things... Ria's staying with us until she feels like she can face her mother. So we're running low. I can't really say I blame them, though. Jac's taken three showers a day since getting home."
The impulse to scrub until your skin was red, raw, bleeding clean - it was intense. He wasn't sure his sister felt it the way he would have, but he could understand it. "Anyway. Thank you. I'll let Andi know. Bring her by, maybe - she's asked after Clare. How is she?"