"Of course I'm your favorite," Sirius said, tone gently playful. "I'm the prettiest."
He supported Remus as best he could without smothering him, and held the water steady so he could drink. Not too much, wouldn't want to upset his stomach, but enough. Sirius could only imagine how much Temus' throat ached. How much everything ached.
"The Malfoy kid brewed a bunch of this stuff when he first got here. He left it all in the infirmary, and we liberated it. We can just hold on to it for now Moons, and you tell us if you want it."