James didn't want to mention that the weirdest part of this was that he was sat with Malfoy. He didn't think they'd ever even had a proper conversation before tonight. Unless you counted the day he'd arrived, which he completely did not. He barely even remembered the whole debacle, it was a blur of fear and panic.
"Thanks," he said instead, sitting down on the edge of one of the beds. It didn't give quite the creak he'd been expecting, but it wasn't far off. "You can nap if you want. I slept this afternoon."
He stretched his neck absently, reaching up to knead the ache which bloomed whenever he'd transformed back. James' gaze never left the shadow that was Remus, skulking at the far end of the studio. "Its a good potion. At least one of us got something decent out of Necrohelm. All I took back was a dodgy wand."