It was a bit longer than an hour when Remus finally returned, arms laden down with brown bags. He'd made out like the proverbial bandit with all his purchases. Truth be told, he was rather proud of himself. Omelettes would be the order of the morning.
Rubbing an apple against his shirt, Remus bounded up the stairs and to the bedroom. He slowed his pace as he drew closer to the bedroom, not wanting to wake Dora if she was still sleeping. She was doing better, thankfully -- and Remus was going to have a few words about her going off after Bella alone -- but he still was concerned.
The sound of running water came from the bedroom and, as Remus bit into his apple, he rounded the corner. "Feeling better?" he asked around a mouthfull of pulp.