"Running away isn't doing anything either, Dora," Remus said softly, gently rubbing her back. "It may seem like it is, but in the end it's counter productive. And you know it as well as I do, even if you don't want to admit it."
All he could do was hold her while she cried. Briefly, Remus wondered how long she'd been holding this inside. He held and rocked her like a small child, letting her cry.
"Taking a hit out on her, while productive... would wind you up in a world of trouble." Not that she had stopped packing at least, Remus turned her away from the bags, but didn't let go of her. "What else could you do? Something that won't end up with you in prison as a result."