Faelan had his arms wrapped around his neck, and Sirius was tempted to just stay a dog and let him take that comfort. But if the dream had been that bad and that vivid, it might be a memory, or worse yet, a vision, and either way, the kid should probably talk. Sirius shifted to his knees as he changed form, trying to stay at almost the same height.
"Shh," he said, as he reached out to grip Faelan's arm. "You're safe here. No one has you bound."