Draco allowed the conversation to flow away from his own irritation and potential faults, and further away from hers as well. He had no desire to pry into her awkwardness or confessions, more for fear of his own being exposed than out of compassion for her, though that did play a part.
He took a few more bites, a way of politely delaying the inevitable.
He weighed pros and cons of confiding in her, and while there were two matters which weighed heavily upon his mind, he wasn't quite ready to divulge everything, still, he didn't have the mental fortitude of Severus, and he needed to only worry about one front, and the front involving the Separatist activities was quite taxing enough. Which meant--
"My cousin went to live with my aunt," he said quickly, then blinked and felt the need to explain himself. He took a breath, "Remember when we were in school and they told us nothing could reverse death? Apparently," another deep breath, "That isn't strictly true."