She did as she was told; smiled at him as widely as possible, blindingly optimistic, crossing her tiny room and taking his maimed arm up in her two hands. "Everything is going to go wonderfully," she told him obediently as she tugged at the straps and buckles, nimbly adjusting the vambrace for him. "There – is that better then?" she asked, meaning both the vambrace and her attitude, and Draco nodded. Smiled.