"Um." Lavender blinked, thinking. She was upset about having to stay the night and was trying to keep herself focussed. "Hair brush. Moisturiser." Her scars tended to feel uncomfortably tight if she didn't moisturise twice a day. "Yes, journal. And a book. There's one I'm reading beside my bed."
She reached for Parvati's hand. "I know I didn't want to come here, but I appreciate you doing this."