He found this to be true on the first night of his incarceration, or so he thought. Lia the elf had appeared in the gloom with instructions from his mother. Occlude, stay vigilant, keep his mind clear. Another interesting tidbit had been the idle musings that Narcissa’s cousin Sirius had survived the acrid pit that was Azkaban by remaining in animagus form as much as possible. Lia had left him a plate of food and water and disappeared before he could ask a single question.