Reepicheep hurries from the staff quarters and leaps onto the bartop. "Clean cloths, I beg," he requests. "Soft, for bandaging wounds."

The bar complies by manifesting a basket of soft, clean muslin cloths, which Reepicheep takes. He thanks the Bar and jumps to the floor, then makes his way back towards Susan's rooms, rapping politely on the door and announcing himself before letting himself in.