[Hendrik had completely forgotten about that hood on the return trip, so his hair is soaked with melted snow and skin somewhat flushed from the cold as he pushes one of the double doors open. He steps inside with a sack larger than the one he had back in the stables, looking tired but accomplished.]

My apologies for the delay. I had to go to the inn to buy milk.

[What a clever trick by the inn staff, milking in the afternoon and sticking the milk bottles in the snow to bring them down to a colder temperature quickly.

He walks over to join Jasper around the table, taking up the other side to place the bottle of cold milk, a half loaf of bread, bibs and clean squares of cloth, and medicinal ointment. There's also a lidded bucket, which takes the majority of space in the sack, with cleaning supplies inside it.]

This should be enough to get through the night. I do not know precisely how much the baby should be fed.