Lucius had taken care of her, cosseting, and teasing her into life again. He'd ordered the nursery they'd prepared to be burnt and had kept her from the past. He'd accepted her seeking companionship with the house-elves with only a raised eyebrow and had allowed her the pleasantries she wished. She read with abandon, and published treatises under the Malfoy name, believing that she could find a cure for the infertility that affected their kind.