Remus did understand how confining the castle felt, and his lips tugged slightly at the corners to say so. "I don't think it is really the size of wherever it is we are that matters. Just how haunting our thoughts really are, and how much they like to keep us company."

He had learned that over the years. He could be in a single room, feeling perfectly content, or he could be roaming around the castle for a chance to feel as if he was able to outrun his thoughts while feeling trapped no matter where he went. Right now it seemed as if their thoughts were the ones winning this particular 'race.'

"If you ever need or want company, more often than not I am usually up until very late or simply cannot sleep either. We could go around the grounds for a while if you ever feel like it."

We. He was not about to suggest him going out on his own, knowing the dangers that could be lurking out there.

As he tried to remember how bad the nightmares used to be before the potion he stirred some sugar into his tea. "The potion does help. But, to be honest, I am not sure if it really is part of my condition or if I simply think too much about the possible 'what ifs' and manage to give myself the nightmares." He let out a very small chuckle under his breath. "I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case."