All of a sudden, Mr. Malfoy's face twisted in pain as he clenched his left arm. His other reached out to grasp his forearm but stopped as Esme's eyes fell down to his clothed arm. He breathed in, nostrils flaring. She was certain that if he didn't rest soon, he was going to faint, and somehow that worried her more than anything else. He took a step back, disgust filling his features.