Narcissa touched her index finger to her chin in contemplation. "Bella," she said carefully, "you have a certain degree of... authority within your organization, do you not?" She stopped short of saying that Rodolphus was holding too much over her sister's head. "Are you not owed the knowledge of what your husband is doing," she raised her eyebrows for effect, "at all times?" Mrs. Malfoy was frustrated enough with how submissive and slow-paced Lucius had become around Bella's husband; both her love and her sister should have known better.
"You shall be fine, pet," Narcissa cooed, still surprised with how Bellatrix seemed to have no previous experience feeling. "If you want a little one, certain consequences come with. The truth is sad, but really, it is very much your husband's job- not just your own or your sister's- to be making sure you are content through your sufferings. Lucius- he is how I, as you say, 'handled it.'"
Frankly, Mrs. Malfoy was entirely uninterested in Death Eater politics. Bellatrix had followers, but they followed in fear. Did the Lestranges have friends? Was there even any way to test that after all her sister had done? "I have faith that you have enough sense of self to prevent any faltering or cowardice on your part," she soothed. "I suppose my advice is to accept that this is what you are stuck going through instead of fighting it," the blonde mused. A smirk crossed her face. "Believe me, the occasional display of emotion can get a woman places."