"Lucky is one word for it." Remus wasn't sure. He'd spent so long thinking he couldn't have what James and Lily had, that it wasn't something his kind got to have. And then he'd spent so much time just trying to survive. He hadn't even got used to the abstract idea of his future self finding...something akin to that. Had it even been similar? Now to have been in James' shoes, to have felt the depth of that connection...it was stirring up things Remus had boxed away long ago.
"I'm al right," he confirmed. "I think we're lucky it happened right after the moon and I don't want to contemplate what might have happened if the castle decided to throw it's temper tantrum during the Full. But, other than being restless and a feeling a bit snappish, there don't seem to be any side effects. I'll look in on Fenrir today or tomorrow to see if he's the same." With as restless as Remus felt, he didn't know if being in each other's presence right after might not be more irritating or not. Huffing softly, he shook his head. "Perhaps, but selfishly, you three are the only others I'd trust with the sort of confidences the situation engenders."
Pulling his hand out of his pocket, Remus reached out to grasp Peter's shoulder briefly. "This isn't the war, though, Peter. You don't have to shrug and move on. You're allowed to feel whatever you're feeling. I didn't know her well, but I could see the way you lit up talking about her." He made a mental note to talk to Harry about a memorial. Cassandra deserved it and Peter needed it.