Vrenille winced slightly the moment that Remus's back was turned, silently cursing at himself for that seeming ingratitude--definitely not what he was going for.

"Sorry," he said as he followed Remus into the shack. "I grew up on the streets. I am not one to judge. It's just that this place is remote. I'd get lonely as hell." That was just him, of course. He knew some people thrived on solitude. Urban spaces were very much his natural environment. He knew how to make do in them, and even when he didn't, he knew how to adapt.

Granted, at this point in his life he'd been flung into his fair share of wilderness too, but that didn't mean he liked it, even with his companions near by. This shack--the way it stood out here all alone--seemed to underscore the isolation of the moors even further. To be out here completely solo? He respected Remus for being able to do it; it would have unnerved him thoroughly.

"Where is home?" he asked, wanting to keep the conversation up (and maybe also cover the way he was watching the younger man, keenly aware that he still didn't look at all well). "I mean, keeping in mind that I might need more than the name of a town since my local geography's obviously a little lacking."