Vrenille wasn't a particularly big or strong guy. He could not simply deadlift Remus, however thin he was. He could however, get him into that cot by pulling him over to it and hoisting him up. It wasn't the most graceful production, but he managed.
Laying the younger man's body down as carefully as he could and pulling the covers up over him to keep him warm, he briefly cupped Remus's cheek in his hand, looking over him with a worried furrow to his brow. Remus might have the strength of will to keep himself going right to the limits of exhaustion, but that didn't mean that Vrenille wasn't worried by the state he was in now.
Having grown up on the streets, Vrenille knew a thing or two about being cold and hungry, never managing to have quite enough. Because he'd grown up having to be pretty self-sufficient, he'd learned some coping strategies. Since then, granted, his fortunes had changed a fair bit. So while a younger him might have had a good search around the shack for something he could make to feed Remus, the older him had better options.
Reaching into his little pack, he rummaged around until he found what he was looking for--a wax-paper wrapped packet of food, which he unfolded to reveal something that looked like a protein bar but would taste much nicer--sweet and tart and fruity, with oatmeal.
Sliding an arm under Remus's shoulders to help him sit up for a moment, Vrenille held a piece of the bar for him. "Here. Eat a bit of this. It'll make you feel better."
Opens the door for fanwork creativity at least? /momentary optimist
Laying the younger man's body down as carefully as he could and pulling the covers up over him to keep him warm, he briefly cupped Remus's cheek in his hand, looking over him with a worried furrow to his brow. Remus might have the strength of will to keep himself going right to the limits of exhaustion, but that didn't mean that Vrenille wasn't worried by the state he was in now.
Having grown up on the streets, Vrenille knew a thing or two about being cold and hungry, never managing to have quite enough. Because he'd grown up having to be pretty self-sufficient, he'd learned some coping strategies. Since then, granted, his fortunes had changed a fair bit. So while a younger him might have had a good search around the shack for something he could make to feed Remus, the older him had better options.
Reaching into his little pack, he rummaged around until he found what he was looking for--a wax-paper wrapped packet of food, which he unfolded to reveal something that looked like a protein bar but would taste much nicer--sweet and tart and fruity, with oatmeal.
Sliding an arm under Remus's shoulders to help him sit up for a moment, Vrenille held a piece of the bar for him. "Here. Eat a bit of this. It'll make you feel better."