Luna listened to all of it.
She didn't interrupt. Larissa knew her well enough to understand that Luna's silence during a difficult conversation wasn't passivity, it was active processing, the internal machinery running in parallel with the words arriving from outside, filing and cross-referencing and building toward something while the surface stayed still.
Her father adjusting the truth of the Crystal Heart.
Her uncles being far more responsible for her misfortune than she had ever believed.
What Orion had laid out as though Luna were a trophy with a genetic key rather than a person with her own capacity to decide anything.
The part about Orion was where the texture of the silence changed.
