[Remus is lost in thought - or more accurately consumed with his memories - that he hardly hears her come in until she's there at his side, her arm slipping around him. He can't really even find it within himself to be startled at her sudden appearance. She's welcome here, in his room, she knows that. Of course she's allowed to let herself as she did. He glances up at her and offers her a little, bittersweet smile, moving to place a hand on hers as he does.]
Hello, Hermione. I'm sorry, I was... [He takes in a deep breath, before continuing on to lie:] Gathering wool, I suppose. What brings you here?
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Hello, Hermione. I'm sorry, I was... [He takes in a deep breath, before continuing on to lie:] Gathering wool, I suppose. What brings you here?