Draco sat down easily, though he didn't exactly relax. Not that he was tense, he was just trying to... appear more together than he felt. Even if he was unsure of himself, no one else would ever know.
"I could be better," he said. That was the truth. "But I'm alright."
That was also true. He would be alright, he would face his own battles head on. His instinct was to tell his father about the break-in, but he knew that it was probably useless. He couldn't always ask for help.
Though there was probably someone in this castle who knew more about wards than Draco could figure out from books alone. He'd just have to find out.