The storm had fully blown through now. Outside, the clouds were breaking up and floating away in gray whisps, until finally, little pinpricks of starlight and the moon emerged over the ocean, bathing them in silvery light. The wine bottle was empty, and Sirius felt lightheaded and floaty under the vast stars. From their perch in the high cupola, he felt like he could touch the sky. They sat in easy silence for a few minutes, watching the sea, when Remus finally spoke again.