"Do I?" Remus frowned mildly, unaware of this. It was true that he was tired, that he felt like he had been through a grinder once or twice or six times, but was that really so new?
And then the memory of his dream came back to him and he reconsidered his original evaluation of the situation.
"I think," he said finally, "that..." He sighed. "I think it might have been the raid, but I'm not sure. Don't worry about me, though," Remus added quickly, giving Sirius the smallest of encouraging smiles as he ignored the strange, heavy feeling in his chest. "I'll be fine. I always am..."