A small burst of light had appeared in the center of the hall.
The door opened at the same moment, letting in extra light and adding to the distraction.
Ren had appeared.
Externally, Luna Starweaver was trembling slightly with shivers and emotion, yet she didn't move.
Internally, she was having the most intense reaction of her entire life in a room full of people who couldn't know it, in front of a man who didn't deserve a single one of her emotions, wearing the same expression of perfect neutrality she had learned to carry and that her mother had called, once, 'your precious statue face'.
Lykea Starweaver would have screamed.
Luna Starweaver smiled one millimeter.
Luckily enough to express the internal mayhem.
'You have to be okay. You have to be okay. You have to be okay…'
Ren walked...
