Remus stared at his hand as Sirius left for the medical supplies, the strange urge to lick his own blood overwhelming him. He wanted to taste it, taste how the salt of human flesh mingled with the iron of blood, wanted to see why his dream self felt the need to consume such a taste, but before he had made up his mind Sirius had come back.
Watching as his hand was bandaged, Remus flexed his hand a little once it was done, opening and closing a fist to test how much stretch his skin would be able to take. It stung, but it wasn't too terrible.
"Thank you." He stared at his hand a moment longer before dropping it and looked up at Sirius. "I'm sorry for worrying you."