As Luna reached out for the tissue, a tear rolled down her cheek. She didn't want Hannah feeling bad about anything, especially when she hadn't done anything. Looking out the door to see if any healers were about to stop her, she swung her legs off of the bed, so they were dangling over the side of the bed. "Hannah..." She took her hands, and frowned at her. "Don't be sad, I'm the one who should be sorry, I made you sad, and made you panic, and it wasn't fair of me to act that way because of you and...Neville."
She tilted her head to the side, and smiled slightly. "He's a very sweet person, he'll look after you."