If she’d known what he was thinking, Dora would have assured him that she wasn’t saying that he didn’t have it all that bad, or that others had it worse. No, all she was saying was that she didn’t see any difference between him--or any werewolf, really--and every other witch or wizard. Remus was more than his affliction, and it didn’t change the nature of his character.
“Why least of all me?” she asked, one last ditch effort to keep the conversation going--maybe actually turn it into a conversation, because currently all they were really doing was being hurtful, whether they each intended to be or not.