Narcissa's breath quickened, startled by the rare urgency in her husband's normally cool voice. At least he was speaking genuinely at last, it seemed.
"Rampant? And you are getting no aide at all?" Two nails from her free hand met her mouth. "Darling, you should not stay there! If you are all right- which you are increasingly making me doubt, to be short- you must do everything in your power to avoid risk. You are faithful to your superiors to be sure, but darling, there are things that are more important! Come to me, we shall worry about the consequences later. Bellatrix- my sister- she would understand, I am sure of it!"
She was not toying with him anymore. Narcissa wanted no harm to come to her only one, and he was acting so strangely... if only they could be together, maybe she could fix it or at least figure out what was truly wrong. Such a harsh reaction on his part was the echo of no cold, and with the disease so aggressive, it was only a matter of time...