She's always so scared that he'll be unable to protect her again. It's hard to keep food down, and headaches plague her. The weight drops off and she keeps the curtains drawn, growing thin and pallid in the suite that comprises her entire world, Malfoy the only other occupant of that world. She feels claustrophobic. Panicky. She watches the gardens through cracks in the curtains, and thinks of Harry and Ron, and the memory of them is distant and coloured with nostalgia, as though entire lifetimes have gone by since she saw them last.