She's in the lab again when Draco returns the next day. Esme's anxiety has pushed its way forward, past the barricades she's set for herself as she lays her eyes on him. To her relief, he's come back in perfect shape, with no signs of injuries on him. Although his eyes are tired. There's nothing except a cold lifeless look in the silver. Almost as if he was dead. She's seen the same look before, and it's breaking something inside her. It's tearing a piece of her heart, the part that belongs to him.