She was a little relieved that he decided to leave the bathroom; it was chilly on the tile, and he might have had a robe, but she didn't. Luna took his arm in case he was still feeling woozy and escorted him back to his bedroom.
She took a seat at the end of the bed as he made himself comfortable, harkening back to their discussion. "If I tell you who the right people are, then you're still not deciding for yourself, and that might be just as bad as choosing the wrong people yourself. So I don't know if I should tell you that you can depend on me, or not... But you can."