Remus was used to spending more of his post-transformation morning on a cold, stone floor. Finding himself in a bed was a novelty, and one he couldn't make much complaint about, although in reality he probably was unconscious on a cold, stone floor dreaming the fever dream of the truly unbalanced.
Harry, who was so much his parents it was physically painful to look at him, was back. Remus looked anyway. The pain sort of all bled together, anyhow.
Blood loss and bone weariness combined to make his gaze, if no kinder, a bit softer, at least.
"Are you all right, Harry?" he asked in an offhanded kind of way, mostly because the answer didn't matter. Lily's eyes looked worried in a face that was pure Prongs. It was deeply strange.
"This is a strange dream," he stated softly without waiting to hear the answer, as his lashes drifted lower, filtering out the light and the world.
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Harry, who was so much his parents it was physically painful to look at him, was back. Remus looked anyway. The pain sort of all bled together, anyhow.
Blood loss and bone weariness combined to make his gaze, if no kinder, a bit softer, at least.
"Are you all right, Harry?" he asked in an offhanded kind of way, mostly because the answer didn't matter. Lily's eyes looked worried in a face that was pure Prongs. It was deeply strange.
"This is a strange dream," he stated softly without waiting to hear the answer, as his lashes drifted lower, filtering out the light and the world.