"Are you all right?" she asked softly as Draco stood squinting into the sun. His skin was pallid in comparison to the pale tone it used to have – lack of sunlight, no doubt, and the dark hollows of stress and sleeplessness beneath his eyes were too noticeable, his too-long hair catching the light and looking almost white as it fell half over his angular face. In his long-sleeved Muggle tee shirt and jeans, in the light Draco seemed thin and fragile, and somehow like a different person to who he was down in the cellar.