[ It's not been the best of months, truly. Luna doesn't think anyone in Trench had a pleasant month, in all honesty. Her face-off with Willow had only been the start of it, and plenty has happened since. But she's worried constantly about her, been angry at the fact she'd died. Willow might have failed in coaxing her to join her on a revenge spree, but Luna certainly ended up on one of her own. ]

Willow, you're back. [ It comes out as a breath of relief. There's another worry: plenty of people have returned to the ocean, and not returned. She's silent for a long time, sitting in the silence with a sorrowful expression before she utters: ] I'm very glad you're back, and that you're... well, you.

[ Her lips form a thin line, the bare hint of a smile. ]

You don't have to apologise, not to me. And— [ There's a small wince. ] I understand how you got that way, I know who's really to blame.

[ That horrible so-called 'god'. ]