"Okay." He said softly, closing his eyes, and remaining as still as he could -- half asleep by the time his eyes had closed. The magic passed over him unawares. There were the obvious injuries. Bites and claw marks he'd inflicted on himself the night before, which had been a full moon before showing up here. Bruises on his wrists and ankles from the ministry trying to restrain him while he'd been transformed. Then there was the underlying illness -- lycanthropy. As much trouble as it caused him, he still enjoyed the condition when he was able to run free during the moons.