The room was dark, and Teddy was somewhere in the nest of blankets. Sirius shut the door carefully behind him, but didn't immediately go accost him like he'd planned to.
"Are you okay Teddy?" He walked closer, trying to find him buried somewhere in there. "You weren't at breakfast. Or lunch. Or dinner. Are you sick? Can I get you something?" He saw what seemed to be a stray curl, and put a gentle hand where he figured the head must be.