Re: a little bit later...
Remy still didn't understand what was going on with her, but she'd put the fire out and was back to a huddled ball. Fortunately with only two arms this time. But the extra growth and all the oddities of the power usage had left her clothing ripped and he wasn't sure, but likely beyond easy repair.
His staff closed, telescoping down with a flick of the wrist, and then his duster shrugged off to leave him in just his underwear. He was fine. The cold countered by his internal charge. But Marie was going to need cover.
Without hesitation, as if what had just happened didn't matter in the least - though internally he had to admit it freaked him out quite a bit - he sauntered over and lay his coat over her arms and legs like a blanket. He'd learned over the years that if a person didn't make a big deal out of something, the persons or people involved would have an easier time dealing with it themselves.
"You gonna catch your death of cold if you stay out here much longer, petit. It sounds like all the fireworks are dying, so why don't we get ourselves to the others? You, me, underwear model and her kitty cat over there..."
Remy looked over at Emma, smirking at her and giving her an appreciative once over. "Here we are, barely dressed, ransacked house all around us and I don't even know your name."