"Much. I've had quite a lot of practice in playing the simpering pureblood trophy girlfriend, you know. It'd be a shame if I couldn't perform up to standards. My mother would swoon. As long as there was a convenient fainting couch nearby on which to swoon." She leaned back again, flash of bare skin on her stomach as she shifted, and then shrugged. "I can manage."
She tilted her head to the side, sighing. "I guess. I just... I don't know, I want to help. Somehow. I just don't know who. Or how. I feel rather useless just sitting back and watching."