Luna was typically a truthful person, her lies saved for herself, and honesty given to the world. It was one of her most cherished inhertances from her father, and with him being so far away she hated to reject it for even a moment. But now, this night was not a time for honesty. This was not the moment to explain what was going on, where they were and why the sea was boiling hot or whether the fish had wings. It was a moment to lie, to pretend because unlike Megan, Luna knew it was going to be alright. She rememberd those nights, so she used up a lie in a better place.
"Let me take you to the infirmary Megan. Madam Pomfry will make it better, and we're safe. I promise Megan Jones, we are safe." This time she stepped forward, her boots crunching leaves and snow underfoot. She'd have to separate them both to the hospital, there was no way she'd be able to carry Jones, and she'd not risk someone like Doloholv or even Draco to answer a plead in the notebooks at this hour. Besides, it'd take too long and they were already on borrowed time before Megan passed out.