It had been a full moon the night before, Remus was still shaken up and weak. Now he was awake, the night after, brooding as he sat by the window near the fireplace of his small cottage. His whole body ached, his eyes were burning, and he was still a little paranoid. As he heard shuffling behind him, coming from the doorway, he glanced over his shoulder, forcing on a soft smile. "Dear, why are you awake...?"