Over-involving herself in anything outside of her home and her family's affairs wasn't something she'd ever been too terribly interested in. She'd stepped in when Lucius was absent to preserve their son's life, and often she demanded the truth of her husband's whereabouts when he was involved in the Dark Lord's missions, but all of that she looped into her family's affairs (if she was going to be widowed and her son fatherless, she wanted to know why). That was was enough for her. Yet now that she had no Manor to run, she seemed to have little else to do but involve herself in matters outside of their home. It was proving useful in getting the Malfoy name more positive recognition, but she wondered what would happen when Lucius resumed that position. Where would that leave her?
"I suppose I'll have little else to do besides put in the effort," she said. "But I've never done anything half-way. You'll be a master at saying what I want to hear in no time." She slid one of her arms around his front to hold onto him and closed her eyes. Count your blessings, Cissa, she told herself. Begrudging as she was to admit it, she was grateful for everything she had.