"It's right that we're together," Lucius says, as evenly as he can. Coming from anyone else, the comment would have offended him; as things stand, he's unsure of how to take it.

"I'm very lucky." He wants to say we're, as he assumes Lucius has a Narcissa of his own, but it catches in his throat to say as much, considering the shattering that his alternate has clearly endured.