Draco was nodding, quietly encouraging her to continue while he shifted their joined hands to his lap. He spread her fingers on one hand wide and began to trace the outline of her palm, the length of her fingers, with the tip of his own. She knew that it should have tickled to some degree, but she felt only the barest of sensations - like the faintest brush of a feather against bare skin. "I'm exhausted but like... not just sleepy. More like... it feels like all my muscles have been pushed to the point of failure. Trembly. There's... coolness all down my spine that makes me feel perpetually cold, like someone is pouring ice water down the inside of my back... under the skin. I think that worries me more than anything." She watched his fingers as they continued to trace along her hand, her wrist, all the up to her elbow and back.