Sirius shook his head, wincing at how tight Remus' back felt beneath his hand, before remembering that the werewolf couldn't see it.
"No. Just a few scrapes, we get worse playing Quidditch."
Remus was so tense, it had to be painful. Sirius muttered a wandless warming charm, then began smoothing his hands across the other boys back, digging his fingers into the tightest places in an attempt to ease some of the muscles. With anyone else this would feel strange, odd, but with Remus it felt as natural as breathing. He just wanted to help.