Miles shrugged at the thought of Millicent, and when he made Draco Liam's godfather. "Draco made a compelling case for himself, and I couldn't argue. Millicent has a mudblood fathering her children, and I don't care how much she says she loves him, I think I'd rest better in the afterlife knowing Draco was there instead of her." But he gave Daphne a satisfied smile. "And now you, too."
"Just... don't put any magic that's binding on anything... I don't think I can cope with any more."
He was ever so glad that she was trying to keep a positive spirit. "With a bang and preferably enjoying yourself to the last. Yes, I think that would be the way to go." Miles never contemplated death - even if he diced with it daily. But a high speed crash on a broom would be a far superior way to leave this world than at the hands of another in a battle.
"You feel up to eating something? I could get Zorbin to make some soup?" She'd barely eaten, and perhaps a bit of nutrition could help her through this.