He didn't bother holding back the sigh when he spotted poor Amelia wrapped into herself on the bed. She looked very small there, which just made Draco's heart hurt all the more. It made him angry too. It wasn't bloody fair. Teddy was a good man. He held the town together how many times? Draco knew the pit of fury in his stomach wouldn't do anyone, least of all Amelia, any good so he pushed it aside as best he could as he sat next to her. He didn't bother asking permission -- the hell with appropriateness for the moment. "I think it made her happy." He reached over to stroke her cheek. "Let me help with the cut."