It seemed to surprise Tonks just a bit that he someone wouldn't find this normal. Yes, he was a were wolf, so that was the normal base of his life, right? It was no different than someone with a specific allergy or other strange condition! One adapted, got used to it, and life went on. Tonks really didn't seem put off by it at all, except for the fact that he mentioned some wounds that didn't quite heal, that made her frown in concern.
"If that ever happens, you keep the journal near you somehow. Write immediately. I'll come there, I don't care where or when it is. I'll take care of you. You shouldn't be bleeding out in the woods alone, alright?" She stared into his eyes, dead serious, actually a bit emphatic. She was going to force him to promise to write before she'd dare let herself relax about the matter.
She then forced herself to relax. It was not here, not now, she had to stop worrying about it. His question made her laugh and she shook her head. "No, mainly spent the day curled up in bed, warm and waiting. The stew was quite easy. I just threw everything in a pot and left it on low all day. I think I could make that every day, if you ask me! But you might get tired of it." Still, she was proud she managed it once.