Draco's quiet sigh told Narcissa that what she was doing was working, although she knew it was more the healing potions finally taking affect throughout his whole body than her basic spells.
The diagnostic spell showed that he had a broken rib and a punctured lung, but nothing too serious. Another potion or two, and maybe some Skele-Gro, and Draco would be alright.
But he wouldn't be alright when she found out just why he had been dropped on the grounds of Malfoy manor in such a condition, beaten and bloody, as if he were a common criminal. Narcissa's fear was fading as Draco's condition bettered, and while his slight smile brought one to her own face, she was starting to get angry. Just what has he been hiding from me?
"When you can talk, Draco, you are going to tell me exactly what you have been up to," she said, almost pleasantly, as she offered him another potion.