Remus chuckled and drew her in close. "You know, running away usually helps when there's a destination in mind, love," he chided gently. "You'll end up splinching yourself if you don't have a clear place in mind."
Remus lightly brushed her hair back from her face, tucking the strands behind her ears. "Why haven't you liked it here?" Remus asked. "Is it the house itself? Or just... the memories of your mum that are here? Or..." he trailed off, unsure of what it could be, but hoping he'd given her something to work with.