Lucius gave a quiet scoff, and started his count over again. "Yes, and how happy we all are," he muttered. He didn't see how she could take any credit for sitting back and letting things progress as they might. No doubt she had worried her fair share, he thought, with a very unwelcome pang of conscience, but she hadn't had a hand in any of it, had never spoken of anything but how much she -
He felt a little cold, clean stab of adrenaline as his mind began slowly to catch up with all the steps he'd been missing. It dulled the pain, for just a moment. He turned slowly, and looked at her with just a trace of suspicion. It masked the beginnings of fear that were working in his chest, at least. "What did you do?" he asked evenly. He reassured himself that it was probably nothing. She'd have told him, otherwise. Naturally.