"Of course." Biffy glanced outside where the light was fading. Soon he would be able to walk freely without aching in the weak sunlight. With the scents memorized and a list in hand, he could be there and back within a matter of hours. Whether or not Hermione could say the same was uncertain. She was, after all, past the stage of what would have been confinement for his era.

"If you keep late hours, I can have them to you by sunrise. If not, simply point me to your mailbox." He sighed apologetically, "Regrettably, I cannot walk in any but weak sunlight."