She sighed, and squeezed Draco's hand again. "There isn't that much harm," she agreed. "But I want you to take care, Draco. Let me make the first overtures." As ever, she wanted to keep her son safe, and now that they'd brought up a subject she thought she'd never have to talk about with him - reconciling, a little, with Andromeda - she wanted to go first and check the footing.
And he was confessing more than a desire to get to know what was left of his family. Narcissa was quickly finding herself at a loss, not sure what to say. She wasn't cut out for this sort of conversation; she preferred it when this sort of thing remained tacit and unspoken.
Her unease was obvious; she wanted to say the right thing, to ease his worries and guide his path, but she didn't know just how to do that. He had exactly the same line on his forehead that Lucius got when he was worried, and he looked rather young to his mother right now.
"One thing I've always found," she said, "is that you have to moderate yourself to the current climate. So I don't want you to feel worried, or ashamed, if you'd rather just wash your hands of Muggles and their business and not get involved at all." After all, she had never wanted to get in on the hunting and the killing, and while a world with Muggles in their proper place was an admirable thing to strive for, but as long as she could have a world with no Muggles to bother her, she would be happy. But, of course, she couldn't put that into words to explain it to Draco. Narcissa wasn't used to explaining feelings like those ones.
"The people who are coming back are making this more complicated," she said, "but I want you to be quite sure that I'm always going to be here, and even if they don't understand today's world, I do. So don't be afraid of me getting angry with you about the decisions you feel you have to make. I won't."
It was a remarkable speech, really, coming from Narcissa. Lucius would have been astounded, had he heard it; he knew that she had such feelings, he knew she was very bad at expressing them. But she loved Draco enough to make the effort, however poorly it came out.