Dora dabbed at her arm with cold water, watching it run red into the sink and hoping that it wouldn't spatter around. She didn't want to have to clean it up later. Scrunching up her mouth, she pressed the cloth down firmly hoping that it would stay down while she reached up into the cabinets for the bandages.
"My blood's stopped boiling," she said, glancing back to Remus when she heard his voice. "Arm's still bleeding, but I can't expect everything else from a Lestrange curse. The healers did what they could."
She finally placed a hand on the bandages. "How was the shop?" Which was the most insignificant question to ask considering, but she didn't need to discuss the deep stuff while wrapping her bloody arm.