[Remus follows along behind Teddy, still marveling a bit at how open she is about discussing her werewolf symptoms. He's never had the opportunity to talk about what he experiences with someone who really understands what it's like, even in part. His friends sympathize, of course, having watched what he goes through every full moon for years now, but they can never actually know what it's like for him, whereas Teddy has obviously dealt with many of the same problems he has.

It feels... freeing, in a way, to be able to talk to someone who really knows what he goes through.

When Teddy opens the door to the room, Remus steps carefully inside, taking his time to look around. It certainly looks cozy – much more so than the Shrieking Shack, that's for certain. Could be nice to wait out the worst of it in a comfortable room such as this, though he isn't entirely convinced yet that he won't rip the place to shreds. The windows and the central location make him uncomfortable as well, and he turns to Teddy after a few moments with a concerned expression on his face.]

Are you sure it's secure enough to hold me? I mean, if the potion doesn't work and I don't manage to stay conscious through the whole thing... [His eyes slide warily around the room once again, landing finally on the elevated windows as he gnaws absently at one of his nails again.]