Maybe he ought to put a changing table in here? Just for nights like this, he thought as he laid her down carefully onto the rug at his feet. He stripped and tossed all his bloody clothes down the chute, the heat coming out of it warmed the room. Elen stared up at him with quiet attention. He lifted her, intending to clean her up as well. They could go take a bath in the bathroom that was farthest from where Draco and Hermione were probably passed out in exhaustion. It had to be close to four in the morning. And Elen had probably worn them out today. He considered getting a nanny, but the idea of allowing an outsider near Elen made his stomach clench.