Luna had known it wouldn't stop hurting, but she appreciated Fleur for being honest with her. It was nice to know that so many people were worried about her, and told her they were sorry, but it didn't help at all. In a way, she didn't want it to stop hurting. If it did, it'd feel like she was forgetting him, and she never wanted to do that.
She looked up as Fleur talked about her father, and she felt another lump growing in her throat, but she bit it back, so she didn't cry again. "He was a great man. And he was kind, and caring, and I wish you knew him better..." she trailed off, lost in her own memories of him. Happier ones, but some of how tightly he had held her after her mother had died, and how he'd squeezed her hand during her funeral so Luna knew he'd never leave her. "He did everything to make sure I was safe, and happy. He always treated me like a precious china doll...He didn't want me to get hurt." She added, sadly.
She played with the tips of her hair again as she spoke. "I won't stay here for long, I don't want to get in the way. I just can't go home yet. But when I'm feeling a little better, I will."