"Nah, I'm fine. Barely a scratch on me." His smile was a brittle, horrible thing. His fingers twitched, desperate for something to fiddle with. He felt painfully exposed.
"Thanks for that. Owe you one." He began picking at his arms, the dozens of little scabs already there a testament to how often Sirius had been doing this over the last week.
"Anyway, should let you get your rest. I'm sure there's a dozen people who want to see you, now you're awake, and I should see if anyone needs my help. I'll be back, okay? I'll bring chocolate."