She managed a weak smile when her husband's image appeared to her in the face of the locket. In the back of her mind, Mrs. Malfoy wondered what Lucius was doing that his time was but 'a little,' but she knew he would share before their conversation was through. Besides, there were more important matters at hand- her own misery, for one!
"My light," she said with a sigh that bordered on a groan. "I miss you so. I have no doubt that what currently keeps you from me is of utmost importance, given the circumstances of the world-" she hesitated, wondering if Lucius would be ashamed of her for having confined herself to the house in fear. He did, after all, provide her with an injection, but that was before things escalated.
She decided to reach the bottom line, avoiding questioning in favor of aide. After all, Lucius had felt Faustus's presence long ago in his home. He knew what was going on, to some extent. "This child, Severus's boy, this... Faustus Snape," the name left a taste on her tongue like stale licorice or something equally vile that was attempting to be good. "Lucius, I think he shall break me!"