"I don't know," replied Remus. He steadied her with an arm, looking her over with concern. She looked like hell; her eye was already swelling with the shadows of a bruise and her hair was matted from being forced down into the grass. He could just imagine what Bill was going to say about it; he knew what he'd do if Dora had come home in a similar state.
"We need to go," he said quietly, and wrapped his other arm around her. "I'm taking you to Bill. Hold on tightly." It was strange, having a woman in his arms that wasn't Dora, and he was surprised by how delicate she felt in spite of the previous fight. Women were incredible that way, he well knew, and at that moment he missed Dora terribly, terribly much.
After a cursory glance around them to make sure the coast was clear, he Disapparated for Shell Cottage.