[Something in her stomach twisted. She knew that feeling. This wasn't recreational. It was grief, or guilt, or something similarly painful. This was an escape, wasn't it. Or a punishment.
Slowly, she settled so that she was sitting next to him instead of kneeling, keeping her voice soft.]
[Action]
Slowly, she settled so that she was sitting next to him instead of kneeling, keeping her voice soft.]
Sirius, what's wrong? Won't you tell me?