She didn't ask him how he was feeling, knew better than to expect an answer. And was pleasantly surprised when he offered it up on his own. She nearly smiled at the admiration he had for Malfoy's slithering tendencies, but just squeezed his hand.
"Voldemort did it on purpose, I think," she said, though she hated trying to think like Voldemort. It left her feeling slimy afterward. "He might be a teenager, but it's clear that there's a reason for whatever he does. The reasons may be completely irrational and insane, but they're there."
She sighed, and rubbed her arms to ward off the sudden chill. "I'm sorry you lost a friend, or whatever you would call Lucius. Especially like that."