Remus gave her a look. "And if the stitches are the only thing that keeps your arm from bleeding for the rest of your life, what about then?" he pointed out.
Remus knew they did have to talk and, in the end, many things were likely to be upleasant. "Come. I'll fix breakfast and we can talk while I work. How does that sound?" Remus asked, forcing a slight smile to his face. "And if your argument says anything along the lines of 'I told you so', you can skip over that bit."