The hearth had reduced to spitting embers when the creak of floorboards stirred him from his thoughts. She stood motionless in the doorway, hesitancy holding her firmly to that spot. "What could you possibly have to fear from me?" He asked quietly, his voice a hoarse, cracked thing. She moved closer to the sound of it, light footsteps leading her to the chair by his side, the very spot she'd sat in hours ago. He had not moved when the others filed out and they hadn't a mind to pay the man an ounce of attention at their departure.

Half a life time spent with him hinted it was better to leave him to his thoughts. The Dark Lord may have spared her husband the physical boundaries of a prison but his mind was still wrapped in steel bars. "It is not what I fear from you" She replied softly, taking her place by his side, "But what I fear for you."

His back stiffened at her admission. That the creature by his side could so easily admit fear gave him cause for further despair, she who had suffered so very much at the hands of his own choices.

"He took my wand Cissa.." He croaked, pressing his palms flat against the table.

"Lucius, I-"

"HE TOOK MY WAND!" The man roared, finding his despair giving way to fury.

She did not so much as flinch at her husbands outburst but instead reached out and pressed warm fingertips against the back of his hand. The touch was enough to make him recoil, removing his hands from both the table and her gentle caress to grip the arm rests on either side of him.