Lach was a different matter entirely. He hadn't been extremely frank about how the events at the Quidditch World Cup had taken a toll on him, but Tilda could see his shoulders carry a bit more weight nowadays. "He's doing alright," she settled on, as she led them to a table. "Though I know it's going to take some time for him to work thorugh what happened." A woman had died and his actions had caused it. That sort of thing wasn't something that one could get rid of easily.