"We'll get out of here as soon as you're able," Sirius said softly, once the potion was safely down Remus' throat. He remained crouched down in front of Remus, unconsciously (or maybe even purposefully) shielding him from the sight of his mangled mother. He smoothed back the wet hair from Remus' forehead with one hand, his other hand resting slightly on the opposite shoulder. His eyes full of concern and worry. "What else can I do?"