Hermes rose from his seat as well, running towards the onboard bathroom. He fell to his knees behind her, pulling her hair out of the way. Then he rubbed her back, hoping it was even a little bit soothing.
"It's alright, I'm here. I'm here. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, Luna. You must have been so scared." Mortals were so breakable. He forgot sometimes.
He was going to kill Michele, but he didn't tell Luna that. She didn't need to hear about yet more death.