Peitho had done this. Peitho, who loved her and must have been so worried and scared, for Luna. For some insignificant mortal that had been lucky enough to be drawn into her orbit.
Luna wanted to apologise to her right now, for thinking that this had all been about Peitho.
The idea of talking about Will sounded like such a distant idea that Luna couldn't even imagine it right now. But she nodded heavily anyway. Yeah, they could talk about Will. She'd tell Tinsel literally anything and everything. She and Hecuba were her saviours.
"Jeans is fine," Luna said, slipping her legs into them and then standing up unsteadily to pull them on proper. She smelled so bad and she scrunched her face up, wanting to apologise to Tinsel for it. She reached out and grabbed her shoulder for support.
God, were they going to have to walk out of here? Find a ride? "Do I have to go to hospital?" Luna asked, feeling spacey and distant about that idea. Probably she needed to go to hospital.
Hecuba appeared under her hand and Luna looked down at her. "Hecuba," she told her. "Go find Hecate. Tell her- just get Hecate."
Hecuba licked Luna's hand as confirmation and then bolted for the front door.