"All right, then," Sirius said, holding Faelan steady. Between the transformation itself and the long time stuck in four-footed form, it was no wonder that Faelan was wobbly.
"Let's get you to your room, and I'll fetch your usual potions -- back in the loo, by now, I'm afraid -- and you can rest." He laughed. "Just like every other month, but a week late, right?"
And then, he hoped, things could go back to normal -- or what passed for normal, in this home.