She stops a few paces away from him, hugging her arms loosely around her waist in a defensive gesture she isn't really even aware of. She'd had vague plans of demanding to know what had happened, but now she just feels exposed and vulnerable, and wishes she had stayed in her corner. Only...his face. Malfoy raises his unhurt eyebrow at her, maybe trying for casual and unconcerned, but this up close he just looks wrecked. She winces in sympathy for him, eyes running over each purple-red, darkening bruise, the swollen knots and puffy places on his face that make him look not quite right.