"Sirius Moonreaver…"
The blonde, noble man didn't answer my call. Brushing his face with his hand, the Lord of the Moonreaver House wiped the despondent expression off his face. Speaking of which, the moment he arrived, I could see that his cheeks were hollowed out, and his eyes seemed somewhat lethargic. And while Vampires were effectively immortal and could heal any injury, they couldn't hide the mental stress that they succumbed to.
And looking at Sirius' condition, I could tell he was in a bad state. It wasn't horrible by any metric, and on the outside, he looked as healthy as can be. But that slight change in expression was enough for me to deduce his true mental state.
