Somehow she’d probably been looking for him to stop her from leaving--that was what walking like this was all about, wasn’t it?--and yet, when he actually did, she didn’t get even an inch of satisfaction. She could hear that he didn’t want her to leave, but if he wasn’t even willing to make her safety a discussion, then stopping her was pointless and a waste of time.
“Why? If you’re so dangerous the other 29, 30 days of the month, then what is the point, Remus? What is the difference? Why is this okay but kissing me isn’t?” It was some stupid Gryffindor nobility thing probably, but that didn’t make it any easier to swallow. Her job was dangerous when she was out in the field; out there, people actively wanted to hurt or kill her. Dora did that willingly, because it was about something bigger than herself, and because she could take care of herself. And Remus, she knew he would never hurt her in human form. If he took the wolfsbane potion, he’d never hurt her in wolf form either. So really, she didn’t understand why he had such a problem with it if she was willing--eager, even--to overlook all of it to be with him.