"Difficult night?" Harry asked from his position leant against the door frame, a cheap mug in his hand, and his shirt sleeves rolled up over his elbows, top few buttons unfastened. He smiled tiredly at her, having been up all night himself, and wandered towards the stone basin. He picked up the chipped jug next to it, and dipped it in the large barrel of water which had been delivered the day before. "Have you had breakfast?" He asked.
He poured the water into the basin, and picked up the slither of soap, washing his face and then frowning as his fingers brushed over the night's stubble on his jaw. "Robin's not feeling well. Too much of a good thing, I think, but I'll be taking him to the doctor this afternoon, even so."