Peter was about to move away when Sirius reclosed the lid of the jar, making him pause. Then Sirius spoke up making his eyes widen again briefly before a sad, understanding look appears. Peter was then left to fidget a moment.

He didn't know what to do. Hug Sirius? He always wished for embraces in moments of vulnerability, wanting the love and affection he'd never received at home. But what if Sirius didn't want it? Then there was the fact his friend was hurt, and Peter didn't want to make him hurt more. So instead Peter moved to sit next to Sirius and laid his head to rest on the other boy's shoulder, his abused hand raising up to lightly touch and rest against the other boy's arm; thinking nothing about his own hurts. They were so common to him, he never thought of hiding them. They just were.

"There's no healing slaves and cream at home," he said in a small voice, voicing his own. "So Pomfrey gave me this, like when I first got here. I'm sure she'd give you some too, but you can share mine when you need it." He paused a moment before continuing. "I can help you put it on the ones you can't reach?"