She woke entwined around Narcissa, sunlight pouring through a gap in the heavy ornate curtains.  Lucius lay on her other side, snoring lightly.  She raised her eyes to his face.  In the few days (was it only a few days?  Her past life felt so long ago), he seemed less haggard than he had when they were first brought here, and he no longer smelled of stale drink.  She murmured sleepily, running her hand along Narcissa’s back, and Cissy curled into her instinctively, though she saw her new mistress was awake.  A sleepy smile spread across her lips – the first she had seen from any Malfoy beyond Draco’s usual self-satisfied smirk or the slight curl to Lucius’ full lips when he seemed pleased.