"Moony..." Sirius mumbled it to himself under his breath, an automatic response to the familiar presence. Oh, he recognised him by his voice, by his stance, by every single feature he could barely make out in the dim light. They'd spent entirely too much time together for him to not be intimately familiar with every detail. If it had been quiet enough and they'd been closer, he could have known him even from the sound of his breathing.

Relief didn't set in, however, because he knew there was no relief to come. That wasn't part of the plan, after all. Instead his mind was scrambling to deal with this new circumstance, to know how to react. He peered up at Remus, not acknowledging any other presence, and he would have braced himself if he'd known what to brace himself against. As familiar as he was with Remus, he had never seen him quite like this. Werewolf.

It wasn't a bad look on him, obvious connotations aside. Feral, dangerous. A stark contrast to how he knew him.

Only on the periphery of his mind did he register the other werewolf and the Death Eater exiting the cell. Then he was alone with Remus and he shifted a little, trying to sit more upright.

Clearing his throat, he listened to the door falling shut. "So. How have you been?"