"Come back whenever you want," he said. "Whether I'm here or not. If you and Harry, your parents, want a quiet weekend in the country. You're through the wards so it shouldn't give you any trouble." He shot a rueful look at the bookshelves. "It'd be nice for these not to go to waste." With a wave of his hand, he brought a few to his suitcase, but almost all would stay put. He nodded to the one in her hand. "And take however many you want. They've… been…" He grimaced. "No way around it… my only company." The grimace gentled back to a smile. "But… if I'm rejoining the world now… better for them to be a library. Best especially to be shared."