It's actually rather nice, being out by the water. Sirius had noticed during the day when he'd swam in it as a dog, but it had been a while since he'd appreciated it like this. He glances around again, sniffing the air, just make sure no one else is around. The last thing he needs are prying eyes or an over-curious fae.

Once he's sure the coast (literally) is clear, he takes a breath.

"Murder. I was framed for murder."