It was such a tender gesture, so without ulterior motives (it seemed) that it made Luna feel like she was deeply important to someone in this moment in time.
When was the last time Peitho or Hermes had asked her whether she was wearing herself out?
No, that was silly, that wasn't something they needed to ask. Luna had chosen to serve them however they saw fit. She had chosen submission to a higher power, for them to make the choices for her. That was how this whole thing worked, and they did (in the end) know what was best for her- even if sometimes it didn't feel that way. That was the entire point of all of this.
"I'm tired," Luna admitted with complete honesty, not trying to turn it into something flirty if he was going to look at her with those gentle eyes. "There's just so much going on all the time, and I know, I'm like-" Well, she was like Bilbo Baggins, butter scraped over too much bread. But... she needed all the bread she was using, was the problem. "But eventually there will be less happening. So I'll sleep when I'm dead, like the rockstars always say."
And tomorrow morning she'd leave here and go home but, fuck, she didn't really want to. When she was here, in this apartment, maybe it could be for little bit of time like there was nothing else in the world. Going home to Hermes felt like-
Blasphemy. Whatever thought she forced herself to not finish was a fucking slight against her lord and master and needed to be squashed down and forgotten. Luna had made her vows and she loved her gods. She was just tired.