Rather then dwell on the matter further, and let himself stop and over think what had happened -- to worry all over again, break down and cry fully...-- Peter rubbed against his eyes, forgetting the dried blood there, forgetting, momentarily, that he was within sight range of his friends.
Peter was always the weakest of the four, however he had tried not to show it too much. Right now, he couldn't be arsed to care.
Swallowing, he took a step back, moved away and tugged his blanket free from his bed. Bringing it back over to Sirius and Remus, he pushed it onto his hurt friend, cover a slight portion of Remus' lap as well, from their close position.
Warmth seemed to help during Remus' full moon cycles, and pain was pain.... Peter only assumed it would help with this too.
When he spoke, his words were directed to Remus, rather then Sirius. "D--do you think, he'll be...alright?"