Remus supposed he was going to have to come out with some sort of statement to the people of Starklandia sooner rather than later. He didn't want to. Saying the words, even writing the words 'I am a werewolf' would never be easy for him. It wasn't like owning up to being a super hero like so many people had been doing. It was a good thing to be someone who could help other people with the gifts they had. Being a werewolf wasn't exactly something to be proud of, and Remus definitely was not. If anything, he thought what he was probably resembled foes other people in this land had fought before.
That being said, it was exactly why he felt he needed to speak up. If something happened; if he and Sirius couldn't find a way to keep Moony contained, then the others around needed to know about it. If he broke free and started causing a problem, they might think him to be some sort of villainous creature sent by whoever or whatever brought them to the town to wreak havoc and end up killing him. Or worse, they might hurt Padfoot for trying to stop them. That was really his biggest concern.
He felt troubled, but The Thing had him calm for now. It'd been such a long time, which was crime in of itself. And though this was a younger Sirius, he still felt like his Sirius -- though he'd never quite been able to call him that. The Thing, indeed.
It never bothered him should Sirius seek out head scratches elsewhere. Remus knew he was best at it. That was why Sirius always came back. There was a comfort in that, too. He let his fingers sift through Sirius' hair slowly, then combed them back through and against his scalp. "It's all right," he assured him. "You just know what you want and aren't afraid to seek it. One might call it admirable." A little wolfish grin tugged at his lips.