"Who says he's not?" James replied, returning the tired smile. Those days seemed like a million years ago right now... although in a weird way, they could just have easily have been yesterday.
It was so bloody typical of Remus to ask about his stupid arm while he was lying there looking about three steps from a keeling over. James resisted an urge to roll his eyes, the small smile growing a little. "It's fine," he reassured him, flexing his right hand in demonstration. It ached a little, but otherwise you couldn't even see where his bones had made a wild bid for freedom. "Marlene fixed it right up. I should still be able to throw a decent quaffle, at any rate."
"Lily's fine too," he nodded. "Worried about you and the others, obviously, but fine." Thank Merlin. James didn't know what he would have done otherwise. He narrowed his gaze a fraction, peering through the dim light of the infirmary to take in the unfamiliar pallid sheen on Remus' forehead. Worry clenched tighter in his stomach, catching in his chest in a way that he did his best to keep hidden.
With a sigh, he crossed his arms on the edge of the mattress, leaning forward until he could rest his chin on top of them. "How are you feeling?"