Remus wasn't sure, but he thought he heard what almost sounded like a complimentary statement about himself from Severus. Hiding his surprise, he focused his attention on the instructions he was being given. When Severus finished explaining Remus nodded his understanding before taking a moment to think about appropriate memories that would suit their purposes.
He settled on a recent memory, visiting Brother Isle on his own to scout a location for the werewolves to spend the previous full moon. Closing his eyes as instructed, he placed his wand at his temple and focused on recalling the memory. Behind his closed eyes he brought to mind the rushing sound of waves and the faint whistle of wind through the tall grass, salty tang on the air and the subtle sweetness of early spring flowers, the graceful swing of gulls in the distance.
It was disconcerting to feel the memory fade, the sensory details diminishing to more imagination than experience. He didn't feel the tugging sensation Severus had described. But, he did feel a touch of paranoia as his senses dimmed in his mind. Taking a breath when the sensations evened out and the fading seemed to stop at a truly discomfitting level of disconnection, he opened his eyes to find a whisp of shining memory at the tip of his wand as described.
Remus tipped his wand toward the basin and watched, fascinated, as the memory slipped beneath the surface. "That was odd," he commented dryly, still mentally poking where the memory had left behind it's faint reflection.