"If you hold on to me, I can carry you there." It wasn't far and Regulus was light, had always been light. The perfect seeker, after all. If Barty could get him to accept that help, which seemed like a bit of a toss-up at this stage.

Still, he shifted, got on his knees and tried to pull Regulus into his arms. It still hardly felt real, he wondered when that would set in. Perhaps tomorrow. Or on whatever other day they would discuss more. "I have dreamless sleep potion. I feel you can use it more than me."