Healing the broken bones had been quick as those things could be, although it had been a delicate process with how thorough the breaks to his legs had been. Bellatrix was very skilled at what she did. Healing the emotional trauma was taking longer. Sirius doesn't flinch at wands pulled out in his vicinity anymore, at least, and he's counting that as enough of a win. The nightmares are standard fare of being in the middle of a war, anyways, and he's learning to stay quiet even when he wakes from them so that he doesn't startle whoever he's sharing the bed with that night.
It means he's not as well-rested as he could be, but that's standard fare of being in the middle of a war, too.
It also means that he'll still be looking a little tired around the edges when Dumbledore calls for him. It also means that, for a brief moment when he sees Regulus in the doorway, he can't help but freeze. His entire body is immediately screaming for either fight or flight. He isn't entirely certain the brief surprise (the brief fear) is kept from his face.
He takes a shaky breath; another, and the relief and something approaching happiness that settles on his face is far more reflective of how he feels to see his brother.
"Regulus," he says, moving forward once he's certain he's not shaking, "You're here. What happened?"
He wants to fling his arms around his brother in a hug, but he's not certain the other man could take it and he's not certain his heart can stand him flinching away. Instead, one hand is offered nervously but eagerly to him.
"C'mon, let's get you inside. --Thank you, Dumbledore."
OR MAYBE KILL THE DARK LORD?
It means he's not as well-rested as he could be, but that's standard fare of being in the middle of a war, too.
It also means that he'll still be looking a little tired around the edges when Dumbledore calls for him. It also means that, for a brief moment when he sees Regulus in the doorway, he can't help but freeze. His entire body is immediately screaming for either fight or flight. He isn't entirely certain the brief surprise (the brief fear) is kept from his face.
He takes a shaky breath; another, and the relief and something approaching happiness that settles on his face is far more reflective of how he feels to see his brother.
"Regulus," he says, moving forward once he's certain he's not shaking, "You're here. What happened?"
He wants to fling his arms around his brother in a hug, but he's not certain the other man could take it and he's not certain his heart can stand him flinching away. Instead, one hand is offered nervously but eagerly to him.
"C'mon, let's get you inside. --Thank you, Dumbledore."