Remus waited until the Malfoys were together and in the home before he joined them, though a deep part of him wondered if he should remain after that episode. Awkward, yes, but at the same time... they needed someone from the outside to speak to them, very likely. Out here, he doubted they had any idea of what was going on. He tried to remember how old Draco was now - seventeen, if he was right, probably getting closer to eighteen. Had the boy learned to Apparate, or was Narcissa the one going out for supplies? Or perhaps they had House Elves with them.

Over all, none of it meant it could have proper contact with the outside world. Draco needed more than this, that much he was certain of, and Lucius clearly needed help. Badly. Yet he doubted very much that the man would want to be seen at St. Mungo's, and for all of their general neutrality, he would be worried bout the treatment there. Not a fair thought perhaps, but he wasn't a fool to think it might not be true.

Though, he knew someone who very well might be called on to help... hmm.

Normally he would have offered to help deal with getting dinner set on the table, but right now, he wasn't sure where he would be needed or how they were even handling things themselves. He watched closely as Narcissa quietly told Draco to help his father to the dinner table, looking out once behind him before he shut the door.