Remus had a tendency to neglect his cane, stating that he was capable of walking without aid and it only made him slow down.

of course you had always rebutted this- trying to encourage him to use the cane even if it was just for five minutes. But it often led to an argument.

that’s how you ended up here. After hours be bad begun to make his way back to your shared room behind one of the portraits on the wall. He was slumped against the stone wall, sighing and moaning in pain as he rubbed his sore hip, cane having fallen down a few stairs

once he spotted you he sighed “love- I forgot me cane. Promise I din’t do nothing stupid”