Esme, luckily for Remus, didn't keep track of the weeks he fell sick quite as carefully as Lily had. She knew he was sick a lot, and it felt strangely like it was every month, like a boy-sickness-menstrual-cycle. But she didn't really know, so she bought his excuse with no questions asked, and simply a sympathetic look. She'd have to bake him cookies or something, to make him feel better tomorrow.
She watched as his fingers slid over her swollen ankle, wincing as he grazed the bruised parts. "What?" she asked, turning visibly pale as he pointed out the bone. Twisting her leg slightly so she could see the back of her ankle, her jaw dropped open and her stomach turned. "Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh." She looked away, closing her eyes. A healer she was not--blood made her queasy. "O-okay," she said, pressing her back against the wall and pushing up with her good foot to stand tentatively.
"Yeah, he'll follow, he's good about that." A small smile crossed her lips, even though she was really grossed out and her ankle hurt like a crazy thing. "I think he's attached to me. It's cute...I love dogs."