That was, unfortunately, the tone and body language of a man who was back in the present with him. He nodded to Draco, catching the look towards him, and lowered his own wand. Given the moment before and the possibility of dementors, the wand certainly stayed out, but his heightened senses were fading into relief. Thank Merlin.

"You did finish them," he clarified gently, as he could feel them in the air around them. Still damn powerful, Lucius Malfoy, for all that his mind had been damaged. Still, he wondered if protective spells laid by one who was aligned with the dark would work to keep the creatures out, or if they would be able to come right past them. Hard to say, not the time to focus too hard on it either.

"...No more than ten minutes." Maybe fifteen, but he doubted it had been that long. "Narcissa is probably getting worried; we should head back in."