"Do you have a name?"

Remus watched as the young pup fiddled with the sheets, keeping her eyes anywhere but him. She was scared, he knew that. It will take a while for them to build trust, but then again, they had all the time in the world.

Once he had realized she wasn't going to say anything, he decided to get up, it was close to tea time and she will need to eat something to bring her energy back up. He knew even without a full transformation, her body could still be feeling the effects from the moon. Giving her an awkward smile, he shuffled out of the room and towards the kitchen. His ears picked up a rustle from the room he just left, and soon after, the soft padding of feet following him. Opening the fridge, he looked around the inside, trying to figure out what to make for the young thing.

Hearing the sounds come to a stop behind him, he glanced over his shoulder, seeing the girl standing by fridge, her gaze downward at the floor. Tilting his head confused, he turned back to the fridge, looking through it once again, "Ah here we are." He reached in and grabbed the jam, standing back up and closing the fridge. Turning around, he headed over to the cabinets to find the peanut butter.

The sounds continued again, following after him. A smile began to spread on his lips, taking the jar and placing it on the counter, "Are you allergic to peanuts?" He waited a moment, but there was no response. Of course that didn't work. He's already figured he probably won't get a verbal response out of her for a while. He turned around to her, looking to see if perhaps she was shaking her head.

She stood there still as a statue, her eyes locked on the floor. Leaning his hips onto the countertop, he observed her for a moment, they needed a form of communication with the other. Even if she didn't speak. Bringing the jar down to her height, he saw her look through the bangs covering her eyes. Speaking softly, "Could you tap the jar with your hands if you would like it?" He asked, waiting patiently to see if she'd follow his request.

It was only a few seconds, but to him, it felt like an hour. He began to worry that he requested too much of her. He didn't even know her age, he imagined she had to be around 6 or 7. He knew he'd have to get her officially checked out by Poppy, Dumbledore had already ordered it, but only once she felt comfortable to go.

His thoughts were cut off by her brushing past him to tap the jar of jam behind him, the glass sliding a bit on the counter. She did it, she followed what he said. He reached for the bread, popping the peanut butter back into the cupboard, "Okay, got it, so no peanuts." He had to admit, she was pretty cute. And now they had a form of communication, sort of. Opening the jam, he decided to try something else. For curiosities sake. "Could you bring me a butter knife please? It's the drawer on the right." He asked, using a kind tone.

Remus heard the sound of a drawers opening, the clattering of silverware, and the soft pattering soon returned. He didn't turn, he waited. He knew she could already communicate. But he wanted to see where her boundaries were, how she could get his attention if he can't see her. However, he was caught off guard when instead of a tap, there was instead a tug on his sweater.

He said nothing though, looking down as she held the butter knife out to him, her gaze on the wall opposite to them. Reaching, he took the knife carefully, "Thank you.." He drawled off, hoping for her to give him her name. But all he got was a nod, and then just silence. Well, he wouldn't push it. They've already gotten so far, he didn't want her to retreat back into herself. Turning back around, he began making the sandwich.

Once he finished, he grabbed a napkin and took the plate over to the table, knowing she would already be following closely behind. Placing the plate down with a soft clatter, he pulled out a chair for her, stepping back so she could get in. The sunlight was streaming through the windows of the cabin, allowing him to get a full view of her. She was very small, Dumbledore had transfigured her shredded clothes into a simple sleep set. His lips quirked up as he noticed the little lions that decorated them, and he couldn't help but wonder if it perhaps was a copy of something Dumbledore himself wore. He could imagine the old headmaster in Gryffindor pajamas.

His smile fell rather quickly though when he caught the white bandages that poked out from under the sleep shirt. Focusing on something else, he looked towards her face, mainly her eyes. They were locked onto the chair, looking as if she just zoned out, but something in his instincts told him that she wasn't. She was analyzing. He didn't think that she'd start getting wolfish tendencies until her first turn, but being a child who just went through a traumatic event, he could understand her being cautious.
Right now, it could seem like everything was out to get her, even just a chair. Turning around, as he grabbed some glasses from the cupboards, there was a squeaky scraping sound behind him. She must have decided it was safe. Pouring some milk into the glasses, he headed over to her place at the table, her face no longer in view, obscured by her hair.

He placed the glass down beside the plate, it only making a soft thud on the wood, "There you are." Reaching out with her tiny hands, she picked it up and lifted it up to her mouth to take an eager sip. Remus watched her, a smile making its way on his face, enjoying that he learned another thing she liked. Heading back into the kitchen area, he decided to make a sandwich of his one. Perhaps if he wasn't watching, she'd eat.

Taking another few slices of bread, he began to spread the jam slowly onto the bread. Unable to resist, he quickly glanced over his shoulder, relieved to see her taking small bites of her sandwich. Once he finished making his, he turned back around to see her plate and glass was empty, "Did..you eat it all?" She tapped the table once, he supposed that meant yes. Walking over to join her, he heard her stomach growl, "Want another?" She hesitated for a moment before giving another tap on the table. He placed his plate in front of her, "Here you go, I'll get you some more milk."

Standing up, he went over to the fridge. Opening the door, he grabbed the milk carton and spun back around to find her sitting there, her plate empty. Raising an eyebrow, he headed over, uncapping the milk and pouring it into her glass, "Still hungry?" This time he was rewarded with her shaking her head. She reached out for the full glass, chugging it down in large gulps. Once the milk was empty, she placed it on the table and let out a soft content sigh. He felt his heart swell, she wasn't just kinda cute, she was adorable.

Placing the milk carton on the table just in case, he noticed that her face was covered in crumbs and jam. Amused, he didn't think what he was doing as he took the napkin and reached forward, gently wiping the mess off her face. As he did, her eyes had begun to slowly make their way up to him, staring at him with curiosity and wonder. It was then, as he looked back, it finally hit them that he could actually see her face. More importantly, two beautiful orbs of amber, shining almost like gold as they hit the light. Just like his.

The way she looked at him set his fate in stone, curiosity was normal to see in a child's eyes, but hers were also filled with trust. He felt his eyes begin to water as he realized the responsibility he now held, he had to do everything in his power to make sure she grew up feeling safe and nurtured. He already lost so many people in his life, he could not lose her. This sudden possession that overwhelmed his chest only magnified, as if the wolf inside agreed. After a moment, Remus broke the eye contact, "Do you want some more milk?"

"Cyra.."

Looking back over at her quickly, he stumbled over his own words before he managed to choke out, "W-What did you say?" She just picked up her glass, holding out for him, "I'm Cyra." Her voice was so small, as if it might shatter if she spoke any louder. But that did not stop the grin that spread on his face as he took the glass, "Well, hello Cyra. I am Remus."

He uncapped the carton once again, wondering to himself if he should just leave it open, "Hello Remus" The small pup answered back, a bit more confidence now. He popped her glass back in front of her, giving her a wink, "Hello Cyra. Welcome home."