Megan shuddered at the name unable to stop herself before nodding at her slowly. She felt sick, and tired, oh so tired. Gripping the base of the tree, she slid down it, Luna’s jacket protecting her from the harsh feeling of the prickly bark against her skin. She sat then, at the bottom of the tree, her head resting against it as she looked at Luna.
“I… I remember.” She choked out softly. “Merlin, Luna, it hurts” She sighed, tears brimming.