"You want to help?" It shouldn't have been as much of a surprise as it was. People helped each other out all the time, especially within families. Remus supposed he wasn't used to getting much help anymore, particularly from family; he hadn't had one for years. "Yes, of course you can help! I'm moving books from the back room into the library proper. I'm locking myself in the back room tonight. And you can help me with the shelves once the books have all been moved."
Remus's step wasn't much lighter, the moon obviously still exerting its power over his body, and though the worries still overwhelmed him, at least Remus no longer felt alone. Because he wasn't. His son was here.
"I heard you've been having... discussions with Sirius," he said, as he walked by his son, back into the small office that served as a back room, mostly just making conversation and trying to satisfy his curiosity.