A young Noctis was visiting Lunafreya in Tenebrae to recover from a deamon attack he'd recently suffered, and the adolescent oracle was doing everything she could to make sure he was comfortable and happy. From making sure he always had extra blankets and pillows within arms reach, to eating the vegetables he hated off his plate when the others weren't looking.
She also kept him occupied (And sitting still) by bringing piles of books from the library to her room for the two of them to read. Noctis had is own room, but he insisted on spending most of the day in hers. The sprawling view of the mountains outside made him feel less confined.
Noctis and Luna had been working through the library systematically, and they were just getting near the end of the fiction section. That part of the library housed mostly classic fairy tales, which took a little convincing to get notice to read. But now the two of them were sitting on the edge of her bed, everything quiet except for the sound of flipping pages.
Suddenly Noctis said,
"Hey, Luna! Look at this!"
He scooted closer to her and put his book between them. Luna closed her own book, and turned her full attention to what Noctis was showing her. The story he had found was Rapunzel, and by the looks of it, he was at the end. There was a big, color illustration of Rapunzel crying over her blinded prince, just before the tears healed his sight and they lived happily ever after.
"Ahh, so you like this story?" Luna asked. Noctis shrugged,
"The story was alright. A little mushy though. But I was wondering..." He pointed at the illustration on the page. "Do you think that could work?"
Luna's eyebrows knit together. "What do you mean?"
"Do you think I would get better if you cried on me? Oracles have healing powers, so maybe it would."
Luna stared at him with a blank expression. Then, she covered her mouth with the back of her hand to muffle the laughter bubbling up from her chest.
"Oh Noctis, it doesn't work like that." She cleared her throat and collected herself. "Oracles do have healing powers, but they only work on specific things." She reached over and patted his leg. "And unfortunately, wounds like yours are not the kind of thing I can heal."
"Oh..." Noctis visibly deflated, and took the book back. Luna knew how tired her was getting of being cooped up inside, and seated to dash his hopes like that. She desperately searched her mind for something to make it up to him. Finally her eyes lit up as a light bulb went off in her head.
"Noctis," she said, "would you like to see something special?"
He looked at her suspiciously, but nodded. She smiled, and went over to her closet, where she kept a blank red jornal she used to use for flower pressing.