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[Remus rolls violently onto the Plane, wincing as his shoulder strikes the surface, but immediately he's up again, kneeling, knuckles white as he clutches his wand; after a moment, he relaxes, and whispers hoarsely]

Worked. Good.

[he looks horrible; his robes are ripped, his bare skin covered in scratches and bruises, his hair dirty and tangled; he's breathing heavily, now, one hand pressed down heavily, supporting his trembling frame]

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[Finishes with the last of the bandages.] There. It's not much, but hopefully it will help some.