"Only with consent, Wormtail," says Remus, unapologetically mixed with care. "The only one who doesn’t get a say in what happens is my bitch over there." Pointing at Sirius, who had been watching and listening the entire time from his spot in the room, unable to speak for his voice was taken from him. "I will not do anything until you’re ready for it. You still need to heal and process, and the offer of having your own litter is there. It doesn’t have to be in the time I gave you, it can be later on. Whatever works."