It would be many hours before Remus would start to stir again. It was the sleep of someone so physically exhausted that there was no energy to even spare turning or shifting in their sleep. So when he finally started to curl in on himself, it showed signs of some actual return to existence that probably was very welcomed at this point. It started with that, Remus' lanky frame tucking into itself as if it was cold, but after a few more moments, it shifted into the opposite and stretched out long as could be without even bothering to open his eyes. Then it reversed again, curling any limbs that got out from under the blanket back in, and nosing around briefly as if looking for something.

And found nothing. That finally properly stirred Remus' higher consciousness to kick in and his eyes opened as the sinking realization Padfoot, Prongs, and Wormtail weren't there. Alone.

No, not alone. His head turned and his eyes focused on the stranger who was in his home, almost puzzled at the fact that they were still here. Why? Why wouldn't they have just left and found themselves somewhere else? He wasn't sure if that built or removed trust for Vrenille, in all honesty. Still, as he slowly sat up, he realized he was going to have to figure that out very quickly.

"...hello." Awkward. This wasn't like his friends who knew all about him, he knew all about them (or so he believed). This was a stranger.