"Of course--" The rest of Remus's sentence was effectively cut off by the force of metamorphmagus launching herself into his arms. He was glad he hadn't been carrying a bottle of wine or anything else breakable. Had he, Remus was fairly certain he'd be standing amidst broken glass and a very sad sight of spilled liquor. As it was, he moved by instinct, catching Dora and holding her tightly.
He'd come to his senses soon enough. At the present, Remus was simply glad to have Dora in his arms so that he could convince himself that she truly was okay.
"Of course I came," He replied with a smile, squeezing her gently. "What made you think I wouldn't?"