Fleur set her own knife aside, deciding the fish could be just as easily chopped later. She picked up a wet rag to wipe away some of the fish's oil and turned to look at Luna.
"Of course they will come," Fleur said, mostly out of a need to say something positive, Luna knew her own family better. Fleur felt something inside her melt when the younger woman looked at her with those eyes. Without thinking, she reached for Luna to pull her into a hug. She had no words of encouragement, no promises that things would get better. Words rarely helped.