Remus is glad to at least see a friendly face, even if the last time he saw that face was very up-close, and he feels his face grow a little warm at her solemn promise.

"Thanks. No, I think it's just my pride that's wounded," he admits, and when he's back on his feet, he very pointedly pulls his hand away from hers.

"—look at that! None of that nonsense from the other night."