It was then that he could pick up the stench of death. His stomach rolled, though he refused to move away from Dora at this point in time. Remus held his wife close, letting her sob and he did the only thing he could do: simply hold her. His fingers ran through her hair as if comforting a small child, though Remus truly had no idea what to say to make it better.
He glanced at the floor at... god, to think of Andy as nothing more than a body now. Remus shut his eyes tight, pushing past another wave of nausea. It wasn't death that bothered him... it was the smell. While the full moon was only ten days ago... Remus was still regaining more wolfish traits, including the bloodlust and the desire to hunt. He forced all of that down in an attempt to focus his energy on Dora.
"Thank you," Remus said to Cass, giving him a wan smile. Remus put an arm under Dora's knees, pulling her off the floor and easily into his arms to take her from the kitchen. Cradling Tonks to his chest, Remus looked at Cass. "Do we know anything?"