Andy did hear Regulus approaching, though she had wondered before she could see who it was if it might be another family member. If it might be Narcissa, really, because neither of her parents would run for her. But she oddly wasn't surprised when she saw her cousin's face. Andy wasn't sure how he would react to all of this either, though, especially given the history with Sirius complicating things. At that particular moment, Andy felt a bit too numb to deal with that, though.
She was glad when he didn't bother with niceties.
"Bella and I said goodbye," Andy answered softly, her breath catching a little in her throat.
This was a level of vulnerability Andy had shown very few people. Perhaps Narcissa had seen it, growing up, or maybe that Christmas Narcissa had been home, a few weeks after Andy's miscarriage. And she'd given Ted a glimpse of it when he'd played her that song, and danced with her and she'd shed some tears with him on Christmas Eve, her first night truly away from home. And Sirius, perhaps, on Boxing Day, after the first time Andy had spoken with Narcissa after all this.
But there weren't many times in Andromeda's life that she had gone to pieces, and even fewer that she had let anyone see her this way. There wasn't anything she could do about it right now, though, so she just looked up at Regulus, her tumultuous, mercurial, stormcloud intense emotions playing over her face. Hurt, anger, loss, frustration, pain, sadness, and so much fury.
"No. I've never been very good at healing magic," Andy answered his second question. She wasn't ashamed to admit it. Andy had always been better at breaking things than fixing them. The chunks of wood and bark all around her were evidence of that, weren't they? Besides, Andy could feel the taint, the sting. This was dark magic. Maybe this would continue to eat at her and burn her away until she was all ash, if it wasn't countered. "Do you know how?"