Remus was soaked, his hair was matted to his forehead, and he swallowed a bit as he tried to stop his stomach from offering up what bits of beech had still lingered somewhere, festering in his stomach. He breathed through his open mouth, trying to stop the smell of blood and bile from feeding the cycle of illness in his trembling form. As Sirus dragged him away, one hand wrapped around his lover's for-arm, and his eyes asked the question that his trembling and sore lips could not. He needed to know that Sirius was okay. None of this helped anything if Sirius wasn't okay with it.
The potion soothed the rawness of his throat and the posion of his gut. He coughed a bit before he looked to Sirius again. His attention was never turned towards the mangled corpse on the floor, and he closed his eyes for a moment, trying to focus everything. After all these years of being a werewolf, it was still hard to be back in this form after a night like he had experienced. He really wanted a nice hot shower, tea, and a good long cuddle with Sirius as he fell asleep.
He wanted the nightmares to stop for both of them.