That gains a slightly unimpressed sound from Lucius, as if he can't even imagine what on earth any witch or wizard from his era below the age of twenty-two could have restless nights about. Never mind the horrors that Baedal provides, of course, although he couldn't say in certainty that Narcissa Black never ventured into the fog. But that seems too reckless, for her. He would know.

Not to be callous, or anything, because Lucius Malfoy would never, but an eyebrow lifts a little cynically. "Well. No doubt she will be better rested wherever she's returned to, for a time."