Dumbledore was looking at him again, his expression somber, "Come Draco, will you help an old man to his feet?" Dumbledore didn’t need help, Draco wasn’t a fool, but it was the prod he needed to get him to stand. In the end, it was Dumbledore that helped him, a hand at his back leading him clear of the pool of blood that he’d been sat in, "Minerva - if you please?" he gestured to his robes.