"Remus," She repeated, nodding as he told her the name of the boy who had become the wolf. It was strange, to think that the wolf who had been so fierce the night before could be someone so young. Still when Tony explained that Remus carried a weight with him - well that was something she understood.
Especially now at this point in her life. Years before she might not have been able to empathize with something like that, to understand the connection between his carried pain and her own. But she'd had many years to learn about relating to others and forming bonds.
"He will be hurting today." She said after a moment, because they all were in some ways - small hurts for some, larger for others. But Remus most of all she imagined. She had seen the way the wolf tore at his confines the night before, and the damage that had been done to him before he had been captured. But also the weight of what had happened would weigh on him as well.
She considered that for a moment, what should she do about that kind of pain. "I should show him my repaired shoulder." She decided, because it would help him she thought. To know that he had not truly harmed her beyond repair.