Remus knew that, in the back of her mind, she wasn't listening. And, Remus supposed, that was how it was supposed to be. Still, he wished he could get through to her -- to emphasize that things were okay and were going to be okay and they were going to be fine and that she didn't do anything wrong.
"No, you don't have to take care of anything you don't want to," Remus said softly, He gently stroked her hair, pressing soft kisses to the top of her head or her temple, trying to push down the nausea once more. "You have me. I'll make whatever arrangements you want so that you don't have to. Whoever murdered her," Remus avoided placing blame any one place, "did steal that. But what happened is not your fault, love," Remus reiterated again.