Remus waited for Severus to fade from the memory before he closed his eyes and and lifted his own head from the pensieve basin, awareness once more fully within the headmaster's office. Blinking, he wiped one hand across his eyes to clear his vision and then watched as the other man got himself back together after the experience.
"Eventually, it gets better," he chuckled. "A lot of those bitten later in life don't have as much confusion at the start. But, add normal teenage changes to the uniqueness of being a werewolf and the fact the senses actually sharpen over time and I'd already been a werewolf for ten years by the time we even sat our OWLs, potions lessons were rarely pleasant.
"Are you all right," he asked with some concern, experience at seeing new werewolves going through this same sort of thing making him cautious. "It can be overwhelming when you're not used to it, I know."