Harry opened the door, shirt-sleeves rolled up past his elbows, frowning until he saw that the one interrupting him was Nell. "I was about to come downstairs and fetch you." He says, letting the boy in. "The water should be warm enough, and I've got you a warm towel." He adds, nodding over to the bath by the fire. "You look like you could do with a warm bath." He finishes, Nell looking as drawn and as tired as he felt. But he couldn't rest just yet, and with Viv gone his work load had increased tenfold, with the preparation of meals and the tidying. And all the uncertainty with Slater... well, it would all be dealt with, sooner or later. And then, only then, Harry knew he would start sleeping properly again.