Remus's attention was focused on the stethoscope. He'd seen them before, but they were still rather new in practice, and he started to flinch back a bit when Owen pressed it to his chest. He seemed nervous about physical contact, about being examined too closely, about being touched by a relative stranger — but when it was clear that the stethoscope wasn't doing anything but helping Owen listen to his heart and his breathing, he started to relax. His vitals seemed weak but persistent, his heartbeat racing through sheer anxiety alone.
"I ... yes," he said, clearing his throat to try and smooth out some of that hoarseness. "No nightmares. It was actually difficult to get up, so. Yes, I slept through the night. I'm feeling better today."