Remus just stared up at Harry as he spoke, though his eyes moved to follow Jalil as he left.. and quickly found Harry again. "I can do it myself." Quietly assured. "You don't have to take care of me, I'm alright." He'd taken care of himself for a lot of years, except the last two, after James and Sirius had found out, and they'd taken care of him. But Harry...
Well, he was James' son.
He did, however, lift a hand slowly (his wrists were cut and rubbed raw, they'd be badly bruised half way to his elbow and partially down his hands). But regardless, he was looking for Harry to take hold and give a little bit of stability. That was what he needed, something to ground him.
"Thank you." Whether he cleaned him and bandaged him or not. He appreciated all that Harry had done.