[ Once she starts, she can't seem to stop herself. Too tired and emotional, not that Luna would ever really try to hide her tears. She swallows thickly, lets out a little shuddering breath and falters, seeing the upset in his face. Even with her assurances that she's not upset with him — she realises there might be cause to be upset with him. But no, not with him.

Is it still scary? She can feel the hand as her cheek, the quiet shifting as he pulls closer to her. Her head shakes, the slightest of movements — not wanting to disturb his hand from where it rests. ]

No, it's not that. [ She sniffles softly, trying to find the words. It's difficult for her to even explain. ] They're... kind of... happy tears...?

[ Kind of, sort of. Mostly. There's another long moment as she tries to put it the right way for him to understand. ]

You took away the nightmare, you gave me a good dream. Even if I hadn't asked you to. You helped, and I'm... I'm very thankful... in a way I can't... put into words.

But I'm also sorry you had to see the nightmare in the first place, because it was hurtful.