Luna knew that look that her husband was giving her. She could understand his frustration, she wasn't even in the bed and she wanted to escape out of there. Rolf loved to be outdoors, like herself. But she shook her head at him. "Once you are better, than you can leave." she told him, remembering his escape act earlier. Luna took his hand in hers and squeezed it tightly. "I will stay with you. Besides, i have a feeling that there is some sneaky grillywrums in this ward." she added, looking around the room dreamily. "And you know what they are like."
Even if Luna was to leave, where could she go? Her home had been invaded, and there was no way she could return there, to the place where her father had been killed ruthlessly... her father. Luna had been so wrapped up in the well-being of her husband and sons that she had forgotten Xenophilius, lying dead on the floor of her home.
She bowed her head as the tears came, the guilt. How could she simply forget about her father? He'd been her one constant, her rock since they had lost her mother. And now she would never see him again.