Remus gave her a brief smile. "Mine's more of a scarlet moon-shape." He'd been branded a wolf his whole life after all, unless he hid it. But he understood what she meant. "You're not branded by anything, and those who say you are are stuck in a past age that was ridiculous, even then."
He'd like to believe she was right, that fate was what they made of it. But he wasn't sure he entirely believed it. Perhaps it was a series of events that led to where they were now - but there was a Prophecy about Harry, and a million little oddities that had to add up in the right way - or the wrong way - to lead to things as they were now. It felt like fate played its hand too, still. For better or for worse.
He reached out automatically to thread his fingers through her hair and try to offer some comfort, misplaced or not. He hated to see her unhappy. But he stopped just shy of touching, drawing his hand back. "It will get better," he offered, trying for an optimism he didn't really feel. "And whatever happens between us, you won't have to go through this alone. You'll have me there. And your family, and friends, too."