Remus tilted his head back, letting a pained groan slip from his lips - Sirius was applying healing salves to Remus' new wounds: a pair of angry red gashes, that slashed down his well muscled, lean chest which was laid bare in all it's tan, freckled glory. He sat up, exposing his back which was marred with fading scars from his lycanthropy. The muscles of his back were bunched up and tense; oh no, the cramps this would cause. But Remus never prioritised himself. "Did I hurt anyone?" He murmured.