Regulus was back at the manor, hopefully making the last trip. This lack of Apparition was becoming tedious, but at least he'd been able to use the Floo in Severus' office. If not, he would have had to bother Severus, and he knew the man had his limits. He was closing up the last box when the youngest Malfoy entered the room.
He couldn't help a smile. "If you're anything like your grandfather, then you're always preoccupied." Or self-absorbed, but that was a trait common to all of them. Regulus didn't see it as a negative thing. "The Headmaster left immediately, but no, I don't need anything. Thank you for your concern."
He used a spell to close the box and then looked back at the boy. "And how are you doing now that you aren't dying?"