It truly did not matter to her where they were, as long as she could be near him. She'd been feeling quite alone for some time. Much of it was her own doing, by keeping her secret from him no matter what her motives were. Now that he knew, she felt a little closer to him despite the circumstances. Nonetheless, confessing such a thing had left her feeling vulnerable and her emotions raw and exposed. It wasn't something she was particularly fond of, but he was her husband. Their wedding vows had assured her that he was the one she was supposed to be close to in times such as these.
Narcissa sat beside him on the sofa, and leaned into him momentarily. Neither of them was truly in a positon to be the strong pillar for the other, but she hoped perhaps they could lean on each other and maintain support that way. Very carefully, she took his aching arm by placing her hand on the underside of it. With the other, she pulled up his sleeve and gently lifted the cold compress, then flipped it over and laid it against the Mark etched in his skin. "You need not ask for me to stay. This is where I wish to be."