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[on the first floor, Remus has finally decided to avail himself of the outdoor baths; he's been experimenting with his ring quite a bit, so that may contribute to his current relaxation

he's wearing nothing but swim shorts, and his pale skin is strewn with scars, some fairly recent, some over a decade old; most appear to be claw and bite marks

his eyes are closed as he leans back, all but his head submerged in the water]

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Hello again. [shifts a little to give him more room] That's why I haven't flown much.

[chuckles, sprawling out a bit and relaxing in the water, looking rather content] It's fantastic, once you get the hang of it. ...'Course, getting the hang of it is a bit tricky. Obviously. [he eyes Remus's scars for a moment, concerned] Old wounds?

I think it would be easier if we knew how it worked... [there's a bit of frustration there, mixed in with the fascination and enthusiasm; then he's nodding, not quite meeting the Doctor's eyes] Most of them.

I'm assuming it's connected to whatever emotion our ring's focused on, somehow...still not sure what my colour represents, though. [he frowns, noticing that] Most of them? What happened? If you don't mind me asking.

We could guess by what we have in common... [meets his gaze, looking thoughtful] I usually do, though it's different here.

[nods] Sounds like a decent plan. [smiles gently, shrugging a bit] Know what you mean. Promise I won't tell a soul, but it's up to you, really.

[slow nod, gaze never leaving the Doctor's] I believe you.

[his voice lowers, then, automatically] I was bitten by a werewolf when I was five years old.

[he stares, both in surprise and concern] They haven't developed any sort of cure, have they? Or at least, anything to make the transformations easier?

[he's started at first, eyes widening and words dying on his open lips, but then he shakes his head] No. Most...don't bother to look.

[frowns] That's not right. I'll see if I can come up with something myself - might not be able to manage a proper cure, but I can try to help, at least. Got bitten by a Werelok once, and I managed to find a cure for that. Werewolves aren't that different.

[...give Remus a moment, he's absolutely floored] Well, they're...different worlds, it might not be - what's a Werelok?

[have a fond smile, Remus] Sort of a wolf-like humanoid. They've got venom in their fangs that transforms those they bite into Wereloks under certain types of intense light - like moonlight.

...That's different. [he's still a bit stunned, here]

It's - the wolf's saliva, in my world, that infects you.

[nods] Thought so. I've met actual werewolves too, y'know. [his smile turns a bit wistful] 'Course, they didn't have a cure, either, and I'm not sure if they've ever developed one. Haven't actually been back to visit.

...What were they like?

[he debates how to answer that for a long moment] They were massive, ruthless wolves. The oldest could swallow you whole if he wanted to. [pauses] Humans were nothing more than cattle to most of them. But er, some of them were decent people. [he looks rather awkward and embarrassed now] Wound up engaged to one of them, actually.

...Engaged. ...Really? [surprised, awed, a bit amused – and perhaps a tiny bit hopeful]

[sheepishly] Er. Yes. Didn't realise what I was doing at the time - just wanted to defend her and her people. But then it turned out I'd be her champion and her husband if I managed it. 'Course, eventually I ended up...well. Didn't work out, though. Her kind were tied to the earth, and I can't leave the stars.

[slow nod] A number of legends tie us to the Earth that way.

...I'm sorry.

[awkward shrug is awkward] It's alright. Happened a long time ago, anyway. Centuries, really...back in my Fifth regeneration.

...You've had to leave a lot of people, haven't you? [...pause] Er. Sorry. That was - invasive.

[shakes his head and smiles, though it's rather pained] Generally it's the other way around, actually. Companions never stay forever. Don't blame them for it, though.

[softly] Nothing lasts forever.

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