Remus sighed, hunched in the grass. The others could see purple bruises welling up under the skin, harsher scratches than usual. He was hurting, badly.
'You can go, you know,' He croaked. 'Go on back to the castle, I'll be fine, I'll catch you up.'
Sirius blinked, and gave his dry bark of a laugh. The others looked at one another and smiled. With a slight arch of his back, James transformed back to normal, and put his hand on Remus's shoulder gently.
'We are your friends, Moony,' He whispered. 'We share this curse with you voluntarily- we... love you, never forget that. Now come on, get up-' He and sirius, who nuzzled into the crook of their friend's arm, heaved the boy to his feet.
'Let's go home, old man.'
Meh. The Marauders, cos they're awesome. Well, except Peter. No one likes him.
Remus has had a particularly hard night, and is consoled by his friends.