"Cian didn't go anywhere." She didn't look so much bemused now as she did worried as she stared at her husband. She flipped the towel over her free shoulder and reached up to place her hand on his skin, noting that even with his damp skin there was a clamminess underneath.
Dora trailed his hand down his face to his shoulder, arm, and finally to grab his hand and lead him over to the couch. "You're not alright." She frowned, noticing that even with the lines in his face that looked like he might have had some sort of headache he looked... surprisingly young.
She paused by the couch, canting her head. "Where were you, Remus?"