Frank let the corners of his mouth turn upward. It was strange to be in the company of his friends. Strange indeed. He had spent so long being on his own that just the familiar voices threw him a little bit. In the dark, he looked from one familiar face tot he next, noting the subtle changes that had taken place since seeing each other last. Remus looked older, but James looked like his usual self. While the very first thing that Frank wanted to do was ask how his friends were, he knew better than to ask, or even make much noise. One never knew what kind of beings were amongst the foliage, or what their allegiance would be. Surely, most animals would not care, but centaurs? They were tricky.
"Good to see you both," Frank answered and gave his wife's hand a little squeeze. Almost felt like old times....