Remus paused at the pouch - the weight wasn't insignificant - and almost immediately felt awkward. He never wanted to be a charity case, and even though he expected the Malfoys to take care of their son's expenses, he hadn't expected extra. His pride raged with his common sense. The former said to hand it back, that they weren't hard off and didn't need it, while the latter snapped that yes they did, that this could go to making certain that Teddy had everything he would need in the future.

In the end, the latter won out purely because he was a survivor. The idea of throwing away galleons sounded too stupid to be believed despite his pride, so he nodded slightly and tucked the pouch away. He could still feel the weight of it, though. Equally, his mind pointed out that Draco had in fact given it to him, not kept it for himself. All little proofs of how the young man had changed.

"Thank you," quietly spoken before he offered over his arm. He actually wasn't certain if Draco knew how to Apparate, but more importantly, Draco had no idea where his home was. "Make sure you've got a tight grip on your trunk."