Lost in thought amidst the library's quiet, Remus spots and strides over.

"Late night, love? You look exhausted," he remarks, a wry smile playing on his lips.

His gaze holds hers, a knowing glint in his tired eyes. "Oh, spare me that look.You're not one to seek help, are you, my dear?" His words carry a hint of affectionate exasperation. "But you forget, I bloody know you."

Leaning in, he teases, "So spill, stubborn thing. What's got you tangled in knots this time?"