As he snapped shut the last of his suitcases, he raised his head and saw his witch hovering by the door. He hadn’t seen her today, and was distressed by the cuts and bruises that lined her face and arms. Even without Moony pacing in the back of his mind, Remus had the overwhelming urge to cross the room and pull the witch into his arms, but he kept his composure and rooted his feet firmly in place.