There was a room in the tower. Small and bare. Filled with the smell of mildew and dust. Cold as the ice halls of Azgeda - or so she'd imagined. Being locked in it for hours or days at a time was standard as a form of punishment.

Luna's longest stint had been nine days.

A record, she'd been told, the longest penalty any novitiate had received since sheidheda. His longest had been ten days. Only seventeen hours had separated them, Titus had impressed. The underlying warning clear.

(nobody wanted to be like sheidheda)

For the life of her, Luna couldn't remember what particular rule she'd broken.

What she'd failed in.

But she could remember the cold. The feeling of walls pressing in on her, as she paced back and forth. Her only source of stimulation a handful of books she'd already read cover to cover during her previous confinements. Still, she churned through them. Hungrily. Desperately. Again and again. They kept her mind fed. And in that room, starvation of the mind was far more likely to destroy than that of the body.

But nothing could be done for the cold. The chill that came to suffocate her in the night, lying in bed with no-one beside her, surrounding her. Shadows creeping across floorboards, moving menacingly towards her place of refuge.

(she'd had trouble sleeping alone ever since)

That room had been bigger than this one.

Only, perhaps it hadn't been. Perhaps it was only her small size and the lack of furniture that had made it so cavernous.

She'd had a bed and a chamber pot.

Nothing else.

Nothing but the books. Imaginary worlds of infinite size that she could hide herself away in. There was freedom in those pages - however transient and illusory; an escape from herself. Who and what she was didn't exist in the places she read about. She didn't exist.

(and it was better that way)

There were no books in this room. But Luna had something far better.

Raven.

And she'd been waiting for her to leave. Dreading the approaching moment but knowing it was inevitable. Raven wasn't as sick as her and apart from the rash she appeared almost completely recovered.

Luna waited.

But she never left.

Not for good at least. Raven had departed the room to take a shower several minutes ago. A shower she was desperately in need of - and one Luna was hungering for herself at this point, though she didn't feel entirely up to the challenge yet. For now, she would still have to make do with sponge baths. Not a particularly pleasant substitute, given Luna's body tensed every time her skin came into contact with the wet cloth.

(her face she left entirely alone. It could survive a few days of grime and sweat)

Unpleasant or not, it was still better than the alternative. She felt reasonably confident that she would be able to stand for the full length of a shower without issue. She'd had no trouble doing so inside this room. But after her nightmares the other night had stirred things up, she was nowhere near as confident that the spray of water on her skin, drenching her from head to toe, wouldn't trigger a panic attack.

And that might make her slip. Fall. Especially with her muscles as weak as they were. Her reflexes so poor.

At least if she started to panic in here, seated on her bed, she wouldn't have to worry about cracking her head open. Something that would only increase the length of this suffocating confinement.

Luna took a breath, trying to block out the sensation of walls on either side of her, so close together; the door, sealed tightly shut. The overwhelming claustrophobia only increased the weight of Raven's absence, spurring it to become more and more oppressive with every breath.

Luna did her best not to focus on it.

Not so difficult since she now had something incredibly distracting, if unwelcome, to hold her attention.

"Your fever's gone but I still think you should stay in bed for the rest of the week, or at least another few days," Abby said, fingers drawing away from Luna's hand where she'd just attached a fresh drip. She'd be glad when she no longer had to put up with the irritant. As much as the extra fluids were helping, she hated being encumbered by anything. Tied down. Unable to move freely.

Luna shook her head, sitting up. Her muscles protested the action, groaning their dismay, and she almost cherished the sensation. The way it held her focus for a split second. "That's not necessary. I feel much better."

"Your levels say otherwise. Your white cell count-"

Luna couldn't care less what her levels said. What reasons Abby had to keep her bound to this bed.

"I can't spend another three days in here."

(it would be a miracle at this point if she survived even one)

She didn't do well being confined in small spaces. Behind closed doors.

The past was a living creature inside this room, starved and senseless. Savage. She couldn't run from it and had nothing at hand to sate it with except her own flesh.

She remembered being seven years old, the weeks they'd spent huddled in a room, waiting for a rabbit to die. The clawing sensation in her gut, growing in fervor with each day that passed. As a child, she'd learned the agony of hunger. The pain. A kind nothing else could ever quite compare to.

She'd learned a lot as a child.

Abby sighed and glanced at her tablet before meeting Luna's gaze once more. "Alright. But if you experience any worsening symptoms - or any new ones - we'll have to reevaluate. Any lightheadedness?"

She tried to remember, tried to sift through the hours that were blending together, becoming indistinguishable. "Not since yesterday."

"If it comes back, you'll have to take a break from those walks you've been going on." Luna froze, fingers pressing into the mattress under her. "Ten or so minutes from the lab is fine but traipsing around the island when you're at risk of passing out is dangerous. It's also not doing wonders for your dehydration."

The sea wasn't ten minutes away.

And she needed the sea.

Needed-

"Honestly, taking a break from the walks altogether would be best," Abby continued, apparently rethinking her earlier advice. To Luna's eye, she seemed more frazzled than usual. Unkempt. She suspected the healer hadn't been sleeping. No better than the rest of them at least. "Staying inside. Resting. . . You've hardly given yourself a chance to. Your body has been through so much." To say nothing of her heart. "And if you start to feel lightheaded again. . . well, I really will have to insist."

Luna's control was slipping - emotions escaping through the cracks - it must be, because Abby paused, examining her face. "Only until you recover more from the radiation." Which was unlikely to be any time before Praimfaya came. And after Praimfaya there would be nothing left of the island to see. No grass to sink her toes into, no flowers to smell or bark to trail her fingers over. There would only be ash. And Luna had already seen enough of ash.

She might have to start working harder to hide her physical state.

Just like when she was a child and hadn't wanted to be excluded from training simply because of a slight case of broken ribs.

"We just can't afford to take any chances. Not with you."

Luna stiffened slightly.

"Do you understand? I know it's difficult being trapped inside all day but if something were to happen to you. . ."

Something already happened to me.

Too many things.

Nothing that came next could ever compare.

But she remembered Nyko's face, the moment the bullets ploughed through his back, the weight of him drawing her down to the ground as they collapsed.

He'd asked this of her.

He'd died for this.

"I understand."

The look of relief on Abby's face was all consuming, sparking a churn in Luna's stomach that she had to swallow against. "Good." The healer hesitated before reaching forward and squeezing her arm. Luna tried not to turn rigid under the touch. The liberty. "The more you rest, the better you'll feel."

Maybe. Luna was beginning to suspect that there was no feeling better.

Her body may heal one day but everything else. . .

There were only so many wounds you could sustain before the damage was permanent.

But she managed a smile for Abby, inwardly releasing a breath when the hand on her body released. "I know."

For now, she'd just have to hope that her health didn't worsen. Or if it did, that even at the end of the world, she'd still have the sea for company.

"Would you mind lifting your shirt so I can listen to your breathing and heartbeat? I also need to check the rash."

It was a polite question but not a genuine one. What Luna minded or didn't mattered very little. To pretend otherwise was not only unnecessary but irritating. She'd rather not have to endure such theatre.

Nonetheless, she obeyed, slowly lifting it off. It wasn't absolutely necessary to remove her shirt, as long as enough was raised for Abby to use her device. But she would have to take it off eventually when it came time to inspect the rash. This was both simpler and faster. And the quicker this was over, the quicker Abby would be gone.

Taking a breath, Luna stared at the wall as things proceeded, tuning out the sensation of cold metal on her skin, the occasional press of firm fingertips.

She hated these examinations, though knew them to be necessary. Wished that they would proceed faster. Or less frequently.

"Everything sounds good," Abby announced, once it was over. "Your rash seems to be healing nicely as well - and none of the blisters have become infected, which was always a concern," Abby noted, examining her bare skin. "How's the itching?"

"Manageable."

At least, as long as Emori existed to keep them well supplied with ointment. Luna would have to find a way to properly thank her.

"Do you need me to apply some more while I'm here? I imagine this area can't be easy to reach." Abby touched a spot near the center of her spine, the chill of her skin triggering her muscles to stiffen painfully.

"Thankyou but no." Luna carefully lowered her shirt again, mindful not to reopen the lesions which had only just started to mend. She was eager to get this part of the examination over. "The itching isn't too bad at the moment." A possible lie, depending on your definition of bad. But it was certainly more tolerable than the thought of Abby's hands on her skin.

When the healer had placed a finger on one of her scars the other day, Luna had been torn between jerking away and smacking her hand. Instead, she'd done neither. Waiting for Abby to remove herself.

She could tolerate the healer's touch when it was medically necessary - though only barely - but that was the limit of what she was comfortable with. If it was someone like Raven, she wouldn't have minded. Would even have welcomed the contact.

But the way Raven saw her was entirely different to the way Abby did. Abby looked at her the same way the Fleimkepas had - and her touch was just as invasive. Cold.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." Luna forced a smile. "Raven can help if that changes."

A far more appealing prospect. One might even say a pleasurable one.

For the most part, out of respect for Raven's comfort, she'd made herself rely on Abby's services when it came to applying the ointment. For the most part.

There'd been two more occasions since the second time when the healer was otherwise engaged and Raven had - reluctantly - volunteered again. But Luna tried not to exploit her generosity.

(no matter how much she craved to)

It would not be a lie to say that she'd come to enjoy those rare moments when Raven's hands were on her skin, enjoy them far too much. Raven, for her part, seemed to be relaxing into the process a little more each time, her movements less stiff. Edgy.

Or perhaps that was just Luna's wishful imagination.

She wanted Raven to be comfortable with touching her. But that was a selfish want. And it wasn't fair to inflict it on her.

"Yes. Raven seems eager to help with quite a lot," Abby muttered, a wry edge to her tone.

"She has a generous spirit."

And it would probably be the death of her.

"That's one word for it."

Luna frowned.

"You know, she's come to care for you a great deal."

Luna's chest warmed, her mouth lifting faintly. "I've come to care for her a great deal too. She's a remarkable person."

And unlike anyone she'd ever met.

"She is." Abby returned her smile, though far more briefly. "She's also been hurt a lot."

And the warm feeling in her heart dissipated, her smile dragging down. "I know."

"I don't want to see her hurt again."

Luna narrowed her eyes, understanding now that she was being led towards something. Couldn't yet determine what. "Neither do I."

"You leaving would hurt her."

She stiffened, though carefully kept her expression schooled. "It's a good thing then I don't have any plans to leave."

Though she suspected it wasn't just for Raven's sake that this concerned Abby. Suspected that this conversation they were having now might not be for Raven's sake at all. That the healer was simply using Luna's affections to manipulate her into staying. Whatever came next.

Titus had been underhanded like that as well.

His words had always had double meanings. Hidden intentions. Warnings.

(she'd thought she'd escaped that kind of subterfuge years ago. Now here she was. Back at the beginning.

In more ways than one)

Abby smiled, though it was a brittle smile, one that did nothing to ease the tension in Luna's spine. "I'm very glad to hear that."

I 'm sure you are.

There was a tap on the door and Luna turned - hoping to see Raven returned - shoulders sagging when John appeared in her stead. Still, she was grateful for his unexpected intrusion.

"Sorry to interrupt," the tone of his voice suggested that he very much wasn't, "but I figured the patients could probably use some lunch. You know, as long as they don't plan on throwing it up - because I'm telling you now, the days of bucket duty are behind me."

Luna smiled a little. "I think you're safe. No incidents today."

She'd even managed to eat half her breakfast - something she'd felt an unreasonable amount of triumph in.

Abby stepped away, collecting her things. "That's very sweet of you, John." His face contorted in mild horror at the praise and Luna ducked her head, hiding the strengthening of her smile. The darkness in her chest began to recede. "I was actually just leaving." Abby glanced down at her a final time. "I'll return in a few hours to check that IV. Hopefully tomorrow we'll be able to get you back down to one."

Hopefully.

Luna couldn't say she liked the experience of having a needle near permanently attached to her hand, or having to be mindful every time she moved in order not to risk tugging it free.

She watched Abby exit the room, unable to deny the immediate release of tension in her spine once the door had shut behind her. The healer may be well intentioned but Luna was keenly aware that none of those intentions were for her benefit.

Their conversation just now had only confirmed it.

The bed sank as John took a seat, placing a tray down between them. "Didn't know how much you were managing to keep down at this point so I figured soup was the way to go."

Luna smiled in approval. "A wise choice. Thankyou, John."

He shrugged, avoiding her gaze as he fussed with the bowl. Neither John nor Raven could tolerate gratitude well. But Luna was working on them, slowly chipping away. Sooner or later she'd wear them down. It had become a mission of priority for her stay here.

"So. . . where's your not-so-better half?" he asked.

"Showering."

It had taken nearly fifteen minutes to convince Raven that she wasn't about to die if she left the room for more than a moment. And then another fifteen to actually get her out the door.

In the end, Luna had fallen back on old Zeke's trick.

Raven, suitably horrified by the idea that she was beginning to stink, had all but raced for the exit.

"You know, if we lock the door now, she won't be able to get back in."

"It's Raven. Do you really think she doesn't know how to bypass every lock in this lab?"

Besides, the last thing Luna wanted to do was bar Raven from returning to her. Right now, her presence was the only thing keeping her sane.

"Good point. Still worth a shot, though."

Luna narrowed her eyes. "You forget that I don't share your enmity when it comes to Raven."

"Not yet. Give it time."

Luna shook her head, a small smile pulling at her lips. Whatever differences existed between John and Raven, they both shared an exhausting degree of incorrigibility.

(and they both had the ability to make her feel better)

"Here. Brought you these as well." John retrieved a dark bundle from inside his jacket. "Figured you might be needing them. It gets fucking cold in here."

Luna was so delighted to see the gloves that she didn't even care about the implication of John rifling through her room in his spare time. "It does. Thankyou."

The morning her symptoms had fully revealed themselves had been blistering hot - though in retrospect that might have been the dawning fever - and she hadn't felt the need to wear them whilst in the confines of the mansion. By the time the desire struck, she'd been bundled off to the lab in order to be examined by Abby, a reluctant Raven in tow.

Luna slipped the gloves back on with relief. Adria had made them for her, her first foray into craftsmanship - and she'd been so very proud of her creation. Luna had been too. She'd never passed a day without wearing them since.

As the misshapen material enveloped her hands, one by one, she felt a breath escape her lips. A tight knot in her chest began to loosen.

(kara)

She should have asked John or Emori to retrieve them when she'd first been sentenced to this room. It wouldn't have changed anything, but the extra comfort would have been nice.

And John was right. It was cold.

"Did you know Becca has floor plans for the mansion?"

Luna didn't comment, only waited patiently for him to continue as she gazed at the gloves, absorbing the familiar sensation. Allowing it to steady her heart - which she hadn't realized was beating off kilter. Had likely been doing so since Abby's visit.

Or since Raven had left the room.

(it was a worrisome detail that Luna wasn't fully ready yet to acknowledge. She couldn't afford to feel that level of dependence on someone again. Least of all on Raven, whose time in her life could only be brief)

Murphy cleared his throat. "Anyway, turns out not all the rooms are built the same. She's got a couple in there with better sound proofing. From the plans, it looks like Abby already took one and Jackson another - though I'm honestly not sure how much time they actually spend in them. But there's still one left. A little smaller and further down the hall from where you are now but," he shrugged, "if your nightmares are why you're exiling yourself to the lab, it should get the job done."

Luna gazed at him a long time, long enough that the minute signs of discomfort on his face began to grow. "Thankyou, John."

The words were simple - and did nothing to encompass the feeling in her chest. The fullness. She hadn't expected him to remember that part of their conversation, to pay it any mind beyond the moment. The fact that he had, that he'd even gone looking for a solution. . .

The intention behind the gesture mattered far more than the gesture itself.

(though, the gesture was certainly appreciated too. She couldn't deny that the thought of spending the rest of her nights in the lab after being trapped inside it for days made her chest constrict. She would do it, of course, but it would be far from pleasant.

If John was right, though. . .

Well, she may not have to)

He shifted, discomfort rising. "Yeah, sure. Not like I went looking for the shit. Just stumbled across it."

Luna suspected that was a lie. But she'd be kind and not call him on it. "Still. . . thankyou."

John covered his discomfort by plucking a mug off the tray and handing it to her. "Yeah, yeah I'm awesome. And because I'm so awesome I also made you this."

Luna accepted the drink cautiously. It didn't smell like coffee. But it also didn't look like herbal tea. Didn't look like anything she'd ever seen, in fact. "What is it?"

"Hot chocolate."

Luna blinked, glancing down at the mug with sudden interest. She'd read about the beverage, but had never believed she might have the chance to taste it outside of imagination. "Hot chocolate?"

"Yeah. Since you don't like coffee I had to think of something. That herbal shit is fine in a pinch, but it's no way to live."

Luna bit her lip. "I happen to like that 'herbal shit'."

A lot.

John rolled his eyes. "Well, thank God I'm here then to 'expand your horizons'."

Shaking her head, Luna took a tentative sip. And another. "It's good."

"That's all I get? Good?"

She lowered the mug, smiling. "I like it."

It wasn't a lie.

The drink was sweet - but also rich, with a slight earthy undertone.

Luna liked sweet things, though sometimes to her detriment. When she was nine, she'd gotten sick after eating too many honey cakes - something Lexa had predicted and wasted no time gloating over.

"Do you like it better than your herbal shit?"

Yes.

Though she was wary of admitting so. John's ego was already at an unhealthy size, it wouldn't do to fatten it up even more. "I'd say they're on a level."

John rolled his eyes and leaned back on his elbow. "Apparently, this stuff used to be made with milk but we don't have any of that here so I had to make do with water. If we did have milk, though, I guarantee it would be no competition. You'd be waving those shitty teas goodbye without a second thought."

She wondered what John had against tea. Or whether his hatred was born purely out of principle, formed in retaliation to her own hatred of coffee.

"We could ask Clarke and Roan to pick up some mare's milk on their trip to the mainland," Luna suggested. "Though I'm not sure it would work with this. Too sour."

John wrinkled his nose. "Yeah, I think we'll pass on the mare's milk."

Luna took a sip of her 'hot chocolate', enjoying the oddly sweet taste. Mare's milk was sweet too, though only mildly. "The last time I had any I was still a child."

There'd been no opportunity for it since. She hadn't owned a horse in years, let alone one with a foal in tow.

"We used to drink it at dinner every night during the non-winter months. My brother hated it." It was one of the few things they'd ever disagreed on. "So he used to give me his. Tip it into my cup when the Fleimkepas' backs were turned - unless we were fasting or being taught to control our urges, we always had to eat and drink everything that was in front of us. Wasting food is childish."

Maybe that's why she'd done it so often after her Conclave.

More rebellion.

". . . I miss it."

Luna wasn't sure if she was referring to the milk or the dinners. Sol's smirk seconds before he performed a sleight of hand. The little grins they would share as she sipped away at his milk, a feeling of invincibility rising up inside them every time they succeeded without getting caught. Costia's amused gaze and the subtle eye roll Lexa would make when she thought no-one was looking.

Luna missed it.

(she missed a lot of things)

She cleared her throat and took another sip of the drink John had brought her, the thoughtfulness of his gesture even sweeter than the liquid warming her tongue. "They say the Amazons used to nourish their infants on mare's milk because they were too busy working to breastfeed. We give it to our own babies as well if the mother dies or her milk doesn't come in and there's no-one available to act as a wet nurse." John's nose wrinkled and she paused, mouth curving slightly at his immaturity. "Though breastmilk is preferable since mare's milk contains alcohol."

That got him to straighten up - as she'd thought it might. "Huh. Maybe I'll have to give this shit a try after all."

Luna hid a smile with her next sip. "I don't think it would agree with you."

Though watching him dash to the toilet repeatedly might bring some amusement.

(at the very least, it would make Raven smile)

John looked mildly offended. "Hey, I've got a strong stomach. Can handle a lot."

"I'm sure." She took another sip.

For those not used to drinking it, mare's milk had a tendency to cause. . . intestinal upset.

"You really feed alcoholic milk to babies?"

"A mild version." Luna shrugged. "We steep it longer for ourselves. The more fermented it is, the more alcohol it contains."

Some also used it to treat what the Sky People called anemia, along with many other things.

Maybe it would be worth asking Clarke and Roan to bring some back. Though that would involve the slight caveat of having to interact with at least one of the two. A far from appetizing prospect.

These days, Luna's pride was something she mostly had in hand but she still bulked at the thought of asking either Roan or Clarke for anything. Especially Clarke.

Her history with Roan was older and therefore easier to stomach. At the most, he made her uneasy.

But Clarke inspired in her an anger that Luna was doing her best not to feel, an anger she'd tried to leave behind her years ago.

Her neck itched and she clenched her jaw, remembering the hand that had fastened there. The sight of the Flame, so close to her face. Too close.

It still grated on her nerves, the way Clarke had suggested that she continue Lexa's legacy of peace. As though she hadn't already started her own - and started it long before Lexa had even considered such a path herself.

As though Lexa's brand of peace was something she would want to continue.

True, Luna preferred it over that of the past Commanders' and she even admired all her childhood friend had come to achieve. But no true peace was achieved through the blood of others. And Lexa still shed much. Even if that blood wasn't of Clarke's own clan.

Blood was blood and Floukru was full of refugees fleeing that reckoning.

Clarke had said that she'd been forging a new path. Blood must not have blood. But such pretty words were meaningless when Luna knew Lexa - and knew that she would do whatever it took to ensure the survival of their people. No matter how many wars she avoided, or how much clemency she granted, that would never change.

She would have done what was necessary to stop an enemy like A.L.I.E.

Done all that Clarke had wanted Luna to.

'Some things are worth killing for.'

Her lips curled at the memory of Wanheda's words. At the conviction with which she had spoken them.

That was not peace. That could never be peace.

At least none that she had any desire to be a part of.

(Luna had been labeled as uncompromising in the past. Inflexible. And she couldn't say that the accusation was incorrect.

Except. . .

Except Luna had bent once. Broken in two. She had compromised everything about herself to save a girl she valued even more than her beliefs.

It made her a hypocrite. And therefore worse than Clarke and Lexa in a way)

"Hey."

She glanced up, heart easing at the sight of Raven as she entered the room. Luna hadn't even heard the door open. A concerning realization that she decided not to dwell on right now.

"What'd I miss?" Raven asked.

"Introducing Luna to the wonders of hot chocolate," John said. "Though, I'm getting the sense that she would have preferred some horse milk."

Raven's eyes widened. "Horse- what?"

"Gapa gal," Luna corrected. "It's milk from a mare."

Raven blinked, if anything looking more horrified.

Her mouth twitched. "Don't worry. I don't plan to make you drink any."

Luna couldn't deny the slight edge of disappointment that came with understanding that neither Raven or John were likely to enjoy her childhood drink. That the days of sharing in it with those she loved and cared for were well behind her. It was as much a ghost as anything else from her past.

"Good to know," Raven muttered, approaching the bed. "Though, between this and fish, I really have to question your taste buds."

"Have you ever tried mare's milk, Raven?"

". . . not the point."

"Have you ever tried any milk at all?"

"Also not the point."

Luna and John exchanged a look before he spoke up, "It has alcohol in it."

Raven blinked. "Oh." She straightened a little bit. "Well, I mean, maybe it's not so bad."

Sometimes, she and John really were too much alike.

"Only a small amount," Luna cautioned.

"Yeah, no, it sucks," Raven amended. "If you guys want milk, though, that's easy enough to orchestrate. We have a whole ass lab and there are instructions on Becca's database for how to engineer it, along with a few other things. From what I can tell, that kind of stuff was just starting to take off right before, well. . . the world went to hell."

Luna kept her feelings from showing on her face, that stubborn child inside her that stamped its foot and wailed, 'but I don't want that milk, I want my milk'.

Instead, she smiled. "That sounds promising."

And it did.

Luna knew that she'd even enjoy sampling that milk, once she'd consoled the child inside her.

Raven smiled back at her. "I'll look into it."

"Please do," John grunted. "I need to prove to this one here that hot chocolate is better than her herbal shit. It's a matter of great urgency."

Luna rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the fond tug at her lips.

"As much as it pains me to say it, I'm with Murphy on this one. Herbal tea sucks. Like where's the caffeine?"

"The lack of caffeine happens to be the point." At least for her.

Raven made a face. "Pretty horrifying point," she muttered, shoving John out of the way so she could take up his seat. He hit the floor with a thud. "There a reason why you only brought enough food for Luna?"

John scowled up at her. "Absolutely - I don't like you."

Raven sent her a look. "See what I have to put up with?"

"You did just shove him off my bed like a sack of potatoes."

"Only because he was in my seat."

"It's Luna's bed!"

"And this part of it is mine!"

Luna sighed, taking another sip of her hot chocolate.

Not even the children in Floukru had been this much trouble.

"Ouch! That's my hair, asshole."

"Well, that's what you ge- hey!"

Not this much trouble at all.

"Did you just- did you just bite me?"

"I don't know, did I?"

"Fucking-"

If Luna didn't get out of this room soon, she wouldn't be held responsible for her actions.

A/N: okay so technically there are herbal teas with caffeine but Luna's staying well away from those

Gapa gal = horse milk. Gal is my own word for milk. Taken from the word galaxy, like milky way