"You're the only person who does," she said gently, brushing her thumb against his damp cheek. "A horrible thing happened to you, and you've every bloody right to hate it. But it was not - your - fault, Remus. What happened to you as a kid, what happened on the full moon in the village - none of it."
She embraced him again, gentler this time as she just tried to hold him. squeezing her eyes shut, she took a long, deep breath, trying not to imagine what could've happened. "I'm just glad you're okay," she whispered. "If someone had - had managed to kill you..." Her throat, tightened, and she couldn't finish.