[Remus accepts the bottle, downing the contents without question. The taste is foul, but although he makes a face, he doesn't complain.]

That's right. Remus... Lupin. [As he says the last name, his gaze lingers on her, expression guarded despite his curiosity. It had been obvious enough from the start that they're not copies of the same person, but that doesn't mean they're not related somehow – a thought that still makes him feel a bit conflicted. He tries to smile, but the initial affects of the potion are making his head swim, so it comes out as more of a grimace.] Not too many werewolves around here besides, well. Me.

[After a moment, the pain in his head begins to subside, and he examines the empty bottle in his hand with interest.] I can't believe they've a potion now... [This time when he looks up at her, his expression is somewhat sheepish.]

I would have come sooner if I'd known. And you said that it... that I'll be able to stay conscious the whole time? [He worries his lip as he considers the possibility and all that it could mean if he were to retain his mind through the transformation. When he speaks next, his voice is quiet, almost too afraid to hope:]

Does that mean... I won't have to worry about hurting anyone?