The mention of Padma's name brought a fresh waive of pain, though he pushed it back, refusing to acknowledge the feelings. He could deal with weaknesses like that when he was alone, not now.
'I'll let Mimsy know, she'll be bringing clothes for us later,' he said, pushing the moment he needed to speak ahead of him. Yet he couldn't stall forever and he knew as much. Carefully laying Nathaniel in the crip, he watched him for a moment, making sure his breathing was still regular, that he was still safe, before he straightened up. It occurred to him that he'd need to let healer Mallard know where he was at the moment.
'Lisa Lestrange happened to him,' he finally said, his jaws clenched as he spoke. For a moment he was almost tempted to just offer Draco to see what had happened with his own eyes, avoid talking about it all together, but he pushed the idea away. He did not like to show weakness, and he would not show himself as scared as he'd ever been in his life even to Draco.
'Can we sit?' he then asked, moving over to a chair and simply taking a seat. It was yet another way of stalling and he knew it. Not that he cared, anything that kept him from saying the words he hated more than anything.
'They were right outside the wards of the manor,' he started once he sat, purposely avoiding Padma's name. 'Suddenly Lisa and an Auror showed up - I think he'd grabbed her as she Apparated - some sort of pursuit. She was aiming at the Auror, but they got in the way.' He didn't explain what had happened to Padma, avoided the topic all together. Draco, he assumed, would understand enough.