Hated Luna, Reborn
The staff there had mixed opinions on my being there, so I made sure to look stern and controlling as a Luna should.
Color had returned to Graham’s face, telling me he’d been eating regular the past three days. Before we began treatment it was clear he’d been fasting, but it wasn’t clear whether it was by choice or a side-effect of his affliction.
“You look good, Graham,” I said as I approached his cell. “Did you sleep?”
“Yes, Luna, thank you. I feel good.”
His smile came easier and looked more at home on his face, even obscured by his ruddy beard. There was a clarity in his eyes and steadiness when he met my gaze, though in the depths of I could see something lurking. Was it guilt?
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