"Good, it wouldn't do to have you weakened due to me," he said with a smile. He must have really been out of sorts and ill if she had been that concerned and his brother had feared for him. He couldn't recall the last time he'd been that sick. Surely he hadn't had someone as skilled (and as lovely) as she was to care for him.

There were social and practical protocols he knew considering their stations but he knew that wasn't even a fraction of the reason she cared for him as much as she did. Or, heavily suspected, at least.

Once the tray with the dishes was lifted from his lap, Sirius shifted and slowly swung his legs over the side of the bed. "Stay for a moment, let's see how I do standing... I may need your assistance," he said, not even daring to try magic right now. "If you don't mind."

Although, he rather liked the idea of her helping him undress and of helping her undress, if he were honest.