When they enter, the man is fast asleep, tucked in under several layers of covers and blankets. He looks... When Harry saw him in the nursery, Sirius looked so incredibly young. Even in his grief and terror, he looked vibrant and alive. Now, though, he’s far too thin, nearly emaciated. His cheeks are sunken in and his eyes hollowed; his long dark hair lays greasy and matted around him. His skin seems almost waxy. There’s colour in him, though. He’s not as pallid and gaunt as he likely was upon his arrival to St. Mungo’s. He has a distance left to go, but his recovery has had a good start. Another handful of weeks should see him well and restored.