She knew the touch even before she heard the voice, how could she not? The pale blond woman turned, a look of mingled relief and worry washing over her. “Lucius,” His name whispered feather light on her lips. She simply nodded, he needed no further explanation to have her follow him.

Narcissa was happy for an excuse to pocket some bit of fruit and bread but leave the rest of the food on a table. She had something far better to sustain her now, if her husband was here then so too might the rest of her family. And nothing could stand against them were they united.

She was, however silently she made it, concerned over the pallid drawn lines of his face. He still held himself with pride but there was something taken out of him, something missing. “Where are we going?” She asked once they were out of earshot of the masses.