Fleur put her arms around Luna and let her cry, gently stroking the girl's hair. She tried to make sounds of comfort, but the caught in her throat. She allowed Luna all the time she needed to get the tears out.
As they broke apart, Fleur had to quickly wipe away a tear of her own. She had never lost anyone in the way Luna had, or in the way her husband and his family had, but she had seen enough death to have some small idea. "You're welcome," she said with a smile.
Fleur followed Luna into the sitting room and perched herself on the arm of a different chair, her hands folded in her lap. "I'm not sure it ever will," she said sadly, "I know that doesn't help..." She looked down at her hands. "I did not know him well, but he must have been a great man to have raised someone as wonderful as you..." She trailed off, finding her train of thought wasn't ending up in the place she had started.