"Sorry, being back here is bringing my Welsh out. It means 'good night' or 'good evening'." Remus wasn't surprised. He'd never tried to hide the fact he'd grown up basically as a poor Welsh farmboy, even if he'd been born and lived the first few years of his life in London. It was part of the reason he'd been so shocked as a student that James and Sirius would give him the time of day.
"You're welcome to join me," he offered, gesturing to the stone bench nearby since he wasn't sure if Harry was amenable to sitting on the ground with him the way Remus' friends were. "I'm tired. But, despite the aches, I'm not likely to come out of last night with any new scars. So, I'd call it good. It's been...two or three years since I fared this well, actually."